Feeling the rush
Of Loves first blush
A teenager's crush
Into the fire
Burning with desire
Never to tire
Of kissing lips
Finger tips
And Silken hips
But slowly the yearning
And burning
Is turning
Into something real
And I kneel
Before you and say
Come what may
I will be true
I love you
For Susan
March 11th, 2010
Atlanta
"Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare
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Thursday, March 11, 2010
School run sillyness
And the universe collapsed to the size of a pea,
And disapeared through the tear in your knee
March 2nd, 2010
Atlanta
And disapeared through the tear in your knee
March 2nd, 2010
Atlanta