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Me Playing Love, when Love is really Playing Me

Contributed by Henry on Sunday, 20th August 2006 @ 05:23:35 PM in AEST
Topic: secrets

The great curves of a seventeen year old girl.
Gazing fondly upon her sleek shinny brown hair,
Glistering against the bright light in the sky
As she walks through the front door
Looking like Cinderella walking down, from the endless stair way,
Approaching me, as if I was her prince.

WAIT!
She does not notice me?
Why is this?
Am I not noticeable enough for her?
Is it my breath?
Must be the way I'm dressed?
Who knows, all that matters is that I'm in love with a girl in my class.

Closing my eyes in class,
Picturing us together under a tree with bone chilling winds blowing at our faces
I hold her in my arms,
As if I was a fat boy holding on to a piece of chocolate cake for dear life.

As I gaze fondly upon her sweet innocentness,
The gentle smell of fresh strawberry body spray
Tickling my throat,
With a slight sweet intimate feeling.

As I walk by her in class,
She smiles at me with a warm tingly feeling.
Her smile makes me blush.

As I walk away,
It feels I had just been shot in the ass with cupids arrow.
Falling in love with the girl of my dreams

When I look into her bright green eyes,
I go in to shock.
The green eyes act as a love potion,
Attracting men far and near to her goddess like body.

As I write this,
No one knows who I am talking about
This endless way of loving someone,
The word “LOVE”, Plays tricks on the human race.
Playing us all, as if we are in god’s toy box.

Copyright Â© Henry ... [ 2006-08-20 17:23:35]
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Re: Me Playing Love, when Love is really Playing Me (User Rating: 1 )
by ever1der on Sunday, 20th August 2006 @ 06:05:35 PM AEST
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my grandaughter is 17.....hmmmmmmm.

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