The KnowingA Poem by What happened to simple old me?
she trick-some teases toiling hair
playing knowing movements, touches takes the times to settle, figures out what does besot one over and time each again, while he's sitting, ignoring, aware of her hand, subtle skin seducing the idea a further time, while doth resist, and whimpering imperious thoughts as pride takes over, but she knows what he wants. So carry on and make him yearn for what you're passing on giving to, away others can receive in moments portrayed long now gone of dreamer's stark-eye ways and delirious delightful gypsy dances foiling ghastly now you mind praying of prances that don't want rid but need to in this hour that made you move as he and I caught corners of your eyes green flickers sympathetic to what last months recalled you did.
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Added on November 19, 2010 Last Updated on November 19, 2010 AuthorWhat happened to simple old me?United KingdomAbout'Death was just a simple glance across a dim lit room And those eyes did it Those three words did it Those three words killed him And I surrender to it all Between you and me, I surrender to you .. more..Writing
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