Twenty FourA Poem by GypsieTo hold you for an hour, is my poison indeed. To kiss your lips, a venom that I clearly need. Whispers soft and wonderful, licking at my ear. Your hands against my body, a burden I must bear.
Twenty four hours, just to show you my heart. Twenty four hours, I know we must part.
To touch you in a way, I know that you desire. To feel your flesh against me, makes internal fire. Nothing between us, madness takes hold. Forgiveness, I beg for being so bold.
Twenty four hours, just to show you my heart. Twenty four hours, I know we must part.
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Added on July 9, 2012Last Updated on July 10, 2012 AuthorGypsieSpokane, WAAboutLooking for something with substance; something that fills the senses, drawing you in, wrapping you within its web ever so gently, unknowingly. Then by the time you realize it, you have been entangled.. more..Writing
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