She asked me to tell her something
about love
that I had told no other
before…so I thought…
I’d read her a line of my poetry
I read of how my desires were born
from surreptitious thoughts of lovely
passion-filled dreams that I just can’t
help but to act out with her…then…
I read her
another
line or two
of my poetry
Reciting verbally with the gift I
was blessed with, I spoke on every
single kiss I’ve kissed in my lifetime
that couldn’t quantify with the very first
one I placed gently upon her lips…after which
I read her
a few more lines
of my poetry
I eloquently articulated
that she was
the muse of my muse
when it comes to
creating these
love jones type of mental vibes
because I always think
of her when I scribe
my love-filled scribes
from deep within me…
where she enjoys
our comfortable lover’s sojourn…
and subsequently…
I revealed
in simply a whisper
that all the lines of my poetry
that I had just read to her
were written on my heart;
and this I’ve told no other...
©GQINC2K3
about love
that I had told no other
before…so I thought…
I’d read her a line of my poetry
I read of how my desires were born
from surreptitious thoughts of lovely
passion-filled dreams that I just can’t
help but to act out with her…then…
I read her
another
line or two
of my poetry
Reciting verbally with the gift I
was blessed with, I spoke on every
single kiss I’ve kissed in my lifetime
that couldn’t quantify with the very first
one I placed gently upon her lips…after which
I read her
a few more lines
of my poetry
I eloquently articulated
that she was
the muse of my muse
when it comes to
creating these
love jones type of mental vibes
because I always think
of her when I scribe
my love-filled scribes
from deep within me…
where she enjoys
our comfortable lover’s sojourn…
and subsequently…
I revealed
in simply a whisper
that all the lines of my poetry
that I had just read to her
were written on my heart;
and this I’ve told no other...
©GQINC2K3
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