More Than FriendsA Poem by DC Gentleman
We grin
We sin
We explicitly blend
We pleasurably spend
Times in the raw
Yearning for more
Kissing
With No definition
Yet when she’s gone
I’m missing
My friend
We cry
We try
We sensually sigh
We get high
On one another
Under covers
My lover
I think
I might love her
I think
I crave definition
But for now
When she’s gone
I’m missing
My Friend
© 2009 DC Gentleman
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2 Reviews Added on May 11, 2009 Last Updated on May 11, 2009 AuthorDC GentlemanRaleigh, NCAboutMy name is DeWayne... but call me Mr. Johnson.. its all the same. When I was 10, I played house with all the neighborhood chicks. By 13, basketball was then, and still is my fix.... When I was 21, I t.. more..Writing
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