classiceyes
09-10-2003, 06:44 PM
hey I'm new and i juss wanted to see how my poem would do, so reply please....
I can still taste you somewhere on my skin.
I remeber you.... you were the boy with the wheel and the stick and we played in the Promethean heat under Ancient trees.
I remember you being Life Music.We sang four scale harmonies all over our bodies.
I remember the exclusive love we had when diamonds showered us and the fire we made because of the constant friction.
I remember reading dreams of you and me on walls of Kush.
I remember letting you love me and therefore became religous in my approach towards you. I praised your mind and worshipped your soul.
Love fell from my tounge and landed somewhere on you because I can still taste you somewhere on my skin.
I remember, through floorboards collected moments of..you.
I remember those days when you were the softness released by summer rains on my tumble weeds of impossible.
Please come and show me, show me, show me, show me, show me, SHOW ME ...YOU
History, Herstory, Our story take us under Arabian skiies where you left soft kisses that were so fragile yet so sweet.
I can still taste you somewhere on my skin, even after the world turns and I still want to run in the moonlight path with you.
I remember trying to name your scent and decided that it was a mix of sweet magnolia and you, while breathing all kinds of contentment on pink sand, turquoise water.
I liquified your love and its now runing through my veins, making my desire grow like night blooming jasmine.
I remember A look, A smile, A touch, A sigh, A heartbeat, A kiss, A tounge, A nip, A lick, A breath, A pleasure, A passion, A heat, A caress, A tickle, A laugh, A need, A heart, A poem written in the whispers of our movement, A love, This love, Our love, My love
And I can STILL taste you somewhere on my skin.END
I can still taste you somewhere on my skin.
I remeber you.... you were the boy with the wheel and the stick and we played in the Promethean heat under Ancient trees.
I remember you being Life Music.We sang four scale harmonies all over our bodies.
I remember the exclusive love we had when diamonds showered us and the fire we made because of the constant friction.
I remember reading dreams of you and me on walls of Kush.
I remember letting you love me and therefore became religous in my approach towards you. I praised your mind and worshipped your soul.
Love fell from my tounge and landed somewhere on you because I can still taste you somewhere on my skin.
I remember, through floorboards collected moments of..you.
I remember those days when you were the softness released by summer rains on my tumble weeds of impossible.
Please come and show me, show me, show me, show me, show me, SHOW ME ...YOU
History, Herstory, Our story take us under Arabian skiies where you left soft kisses that were so fragile yet so sweet.
I can still taste you somewhere on my skin, even after the world turns and I still want to run in the moonlight path with you.
I remember trying to name your scent and decided that it was a mix of sweet magnolia and you, while breathing all kinds of contentment on pink sand, turquoise water.
I liquified your love and its now runing through my veins, making my desire grow like night blooming jasmine.
I remember A look, A smile, A touch, A sigh, A heartbeat, A kiss, A tounge, A nip, A lick, A breath, A pleasure, A passion, A heat, A caress, A tickle, A laugh, A need, A heart, A poem written in the whispers of our movement, A love, This love, Our love, My love
And I can STILL taste you somewhere on my skin.END