My Imaginarium's ProjectorA Poem by Chris MichaStill playing in my theatre.
My Imaginarium's Projector
Still playing in my theatre On my imaginarium's projector Recorded through synaptic lenses I watch a vivid beautiful memory Her Jovani-Persian-red-ornate dress Set fire to my eyes I imagined what it would look like On the floor, in my mind The watermelon martini Was reflecting in her sparkling-blues Causing multiple colors to mingle Creating intoxicating hues Her curly-dirty blonde hair Was bouncing on golden springs Getting high on the night And the wings of the spirited drinks Her naked-natural pink lips Were syncing to a Lionel Richie song Inviting me to come play with her-- "All Night Long" That "Come here!" innocent grin Was all I needed to hear She sent the words "I want you!" Ringing deep into my ears In a candle scented room Her hands were asking for more I unzipped the Persian-red-ornate dress And it fell willingly to the floor The cool-silk Egyptian sheets Welcomed two hot-excited bodies That was quickly solidfied in history A moment that defied all logic. © 2014 Chris MichaFeatured Review
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Added on April 28, 2014Last Updated on April 28, 2014 AuthorChris MichaRichland, MSAboutTo sum me up is pretty easy. I love writing because it's therapy for my wayward soul. Although, I am by no means any good at it, I still put myself out there. I use to write when I was younger but gav.. more..Writing
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