Hippie ChickA Poem by Michael GuccioneHippie girl I used to know.Hippie oils, hemp and the sweet scent of Nagchampa stench. Smelling succulent, adorned by feminine pheramone incense. Sweet to touch when touch is such innocence. Blessed by as much when my crutch is the words she finishes. Silhouette shape, olive skin, smiling face, dimple to the right of her chin. The lines she delivers makes my whole body quiver and shivers. And I flow like rivers, spilling everything from talkative liquors. Brushing hair back over shoulders, white or black And her tresses are falling like dresses in strands through my hands. Creating messes by this man, restless for her. That woman with my cigarette brand. Love is never planned. When flesh is in hand. When flesh is in hand... I am beholden her golden aura spread to the fullest wing span.
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Added on September 29, 2009AuthorMichael GuccioneAlton, ILAboutI've written short stories and poems since I was in grade school. It's something I've always enjoyed. I'm looking forward to conversing with other like minded individuals. more..Writing
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