Pleasure and pain are deffinetly two different meanings.
Faison and beauty, lust hungers for her,
Swaying repeated directions, forward and back,
In a timeless motion that never seems to crack.
Painted red and pink in the face, biting my lip,
Curving my pattern and connecting my hip,
Blinding myself with a pleasure so pure,
Purity that ambers and she seems to endure.
Resting my head and slowing the rate down,
Slippery in fact that my tiredness is bound,
Importing my love without speaking the phrase,
She agrees, smiling, receiving her praise.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-10-03 at 20:37
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Passionate praise.
Sweat dripping down on my eyes, a' blur,Faison and beauty, lust hungers for her,
Swaying repeated directions, forward and back,
In a timeless motion that never seems to crack.
Painted red and pink in the face, biting my lip,
Curving my pattern and connecting my hip,
Blinding myself with a pleasure so pure,
Purity that ambers and she seems to endure.
Resting my head and slowing the rate down,
Slippery in fact that my tiredness is bound,
Importing my love without speaking the phrase,
She agrees, smiling, receiving her praise.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
Read 903 times
Written on 2005-10-03 at 20:37
Tags Warmth
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