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Special Attention

Contributed by alisialynn on Monday, 28th July 2003 @ 12:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



I crave the moments we spend together
Like a thousand little tingles and a night of good sleep
I feel you touching me and I think outside myself
My head on the pillow and although my mind is someplace else
I am thinking outside that
Outside where you are pulling my hair behind my ear just to get a good look at my face
Tell me this isn't real?
Special Attention.

A full bed and no empty spaces and things to think about
and look forward ------> 2
I feel scared but, you don't slow down
I feel full but, you don't stop feeding me
Compliments
Satisfaction
Anything and Everything that makes my body warm and my heart beat
I've been sleeping until these moments. I've been dreaming you and now you are finally here.
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Kiss me to fill me and then don't stop there. I am ridiculously drunk on this and I want to give back but, I just can't stop taking what your offering. Everyday, morning noon night, in between those hours and in between those minutes. I think about you and I mull over the time we spent together and the time we are going to spend together and how badly I want to crawl inside you.

There is nothing like it
Hold me some more
Kiss me some more
Make love to me some more
Pay me some more
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Copyright © alisialynn ... [ 2003-07-28 00:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Special Attention (User Rating: 1 )
by Qohinoor on Thursday, 4th September 2003 @ 04:33:26 AM AEST
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This is a deeply sensual poem. Perhaps you'd like to have it posted in the Members' Special pages?




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