Still My Thrill

Baby darling, sweet baby.  I feel your love inside my heart.

Dear baby, oh sweet darling baby.

Your love thrills me.  Make me jump every time you and I

bump to the grind.

I can't get that thrill with no other.

Baby boy, yes, you are my dearest friend to the end.

Beauty it was in our beginnings of tales.

Love I fell in the middle, then you played me like a fiddle.

tweedle dee dum de dum dum your the dumb one. 

Love notes, I proposed!

String'd me along with that same ol' love song.

When it gave me the blues, I had to choose.

Karma's a b*tch on a bungee string.

I'll be the last woman to sing, "You're still a girl's thrill."  

Reviews

[Sammi]

Sometimes a girl just keeps on coming back for more even when she knows she's being played because it's just sooo good she can't help herself and o'boy do you know how to sing it Roxane "the gotta have it blues", you're such a beautiful writer I love reading you -- thanks so truly for the goodtime sharing! ;)

HUGGS!
Sammi

PS cum see me sometime. ;)

[Tom]

The realisation of being used does leave a rather sour taste, ' Karma's a b*tch on a bungee string.' Great poetry !

[ROXANE DORSEY]

thanks for the kind review.

[Tom]

You're welcome and I fixed that little grammar error, should read better now.

[Jackie]

Sometimes we wonna hald on and just live for the moments

[Jackie]

Hold on for the moments

[Kandi]

Clap clap clap...go Roxi, love it!!

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Thanks for the review, hope you try more, over 80 thus far!!

[Kandi]

Good job, I'm here for it.

[Pete]

ouch. love that "bump to the grind." and "Karma's a b*tch on a bungee string."

[ROXANE DORSEY]

thanks very much for your review.

[Paul Bell]

Roxane, great name.
Love the bump running through your poem.
Though I don't think a lot of running is going on.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Thanks and hope you liked my style. I'm still tryn to get the hang of poetry and writing all together.

[Paul Bell]

Just keep it simple, works for me.

[Einstein Noodle]

brutal irony ... such a whirlwind of confusing emotions and thoughts and "gut" intuitions when one loves in such a relationship :(
E.

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Reads to me like a song of sorts; has a certain rhythm reminiscent of lyrics.

In itself, your words are a loving tribute to the object of your affection. You know they are the real deal when the thrill always lingers on.

A nice write.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

glad you like the poem and thanks or reading.

[Muse]

"tweedle dee dum de dum dum your the dumb one"

I adore that line. I love it when poetry inspires a song from the heart.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

thanks matches, glad you enjoyed the write.

[KWP]

oh well yup! I think we gals have all been there, lust has a very strong potion, it weaves its way to the lustee in our thoughts, dreams, emotions and moments of each day. That man (whichever the object of desire) can play any card in the deck, and for that moment in time - it will all be fine, that's what happens when you wear rose coloured lust filled sunglasses .... but surely though we can have fun, fun, thrilling fun until the sheets are soaked through with sex, then once the emotions have rebalanced, we too can look back to see what the hell we learned ....

nice pace, nice rhythm, good use of repetition - the line about Karma kinda came out of nowhere for me - I wonder to what she was referring ..?

Great write - well done X

[ROXANE DORSEY]

thanks for review. and nice opinion.

[KeeD]

Heh, that's a very cool line you have there. "Karma's a b***h on a bungee string"
Your words got a beat to it, like they jump out of the screen and swoon a person into their meaning. Good stuff

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Hey thanks for review and glad you like the poetry. plz try a few more of my poem if you dare and like.