In brief meeting .
with the lady missing in my arms.
By the grace...an angel.
Adhering to my charm.
Pulling me closer...
The goosebumps flourish across my arms.
And one by one...the dominoes fall.
I'm deeper in.
Love...being the question I'm orbiting...
Looking for an answer in the eyes my reflection lingers.
Mumbles in my speech...my heart races and my voice squeaks...
she sends chills down my spine when she.
Compliments the suns rays with the radiant glow of her.
Chocolate sweeter than the taste...euphoric sparkle.
Leaving me in a daze.
With only her smile to awaken me.
From this seemimgly unreal "day-dream".
Mesmerizing as feeling her laughter pulsate my blood to a point.
At which.
I at unease, trembling in the knees.
Calculating cynical possibilities.
Throw the dice and succumb to my urges spilling to the brim.
Seeing my chances are slim. .
She...a marvel she is.
The sweet lips of thy princess.
Bring me joyous bliss.
Number3
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SpokenWordz_RHYTHM says: This is Nice! |
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MellanatedAngel says: love the word play and imagery it evokes, great write |
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2b2b2 says: Tight Flowz.....ONE |
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tretre says: Love this poem Number3....Wizdom,2b2b2, and you are my top 3 poets. When I read your poetry it always leave me thinking. I'm going to share this I hope you don't mind. Always keep that pen movin Number3!!!!!!!! |
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