AnnabelleA Poem by Chad LaPierreWarm-skinned and lithe dancer, she stuns the tongue to the point of numbness. And a brisk breeze, deep like the water wells, scampers 'neath the undergrowth through which I crawl to touch her body. A touch is imagined. And I observe the to-and-fro motion of the water as her cherry lips beckon with such devilish intent. And a love so subtle blossoms like mock orange in the depths of the cold season.
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Added on September 30, 2012 Last Updated on October 1, 2012 AuthorChad LaPierreMAAboutThe name's Chad. I've been writing poetry for roughly a year now and have joined this site with the hopes of sharing my art and making some friends along the way. My inspirations mainly comprise Arthu.. more..Writing
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