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A brush with Sweetness
Contributed by
GrayStar_909
on
Tuesday, 30th March 2004 @ 04:33:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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All my mind does is wonder about him
In the sun light
I see his eyes shine
In the moon light
I see his eyes bright
In the Skies
I see his eyes
In a different way
In the crowded star night
I see his eyes sparkling, Astonishing and clear
His kiss I think of late at night
As my room is silent
A brush of sweetness
Only a heart that loves so dearly
Can remember how it felt
I think if he would only let me in
To his heart that I want to get to know well
In every breath that I take
He is there
My heart wants to claim his
Does he want to claim mine?
His lips
So tender
His touch filled with warmth
His lips taste so sweet
I want them all the time
Every chance that I get
Where nothing speaks more clearly
Than our hearts beating as one
Only becoming one with him
A brush of sweetness
Can be so sweet with him
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GrayStar_909
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2004-03-30 04:33:05]
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Re: A brush with Sweetness
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by Jupiter on
Tuesday, 30th March 2004 @ 09:39:04 AM AEST
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Very sweet and romantic. It remindes me of my girlfriend and I. I very much enjoyed it. Great Job! Keep up the good work!
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Re: A brush with Sweetness
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by Cobalt on
Tuesday, 30th March 2004 @ 11:17:55 AM AEST
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| Very nice write. I enjoyed. |
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Re: A brush with Sweetness
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by Justalady on
Sunday, 11th April 2004 @ 09:13:04 PM AEST
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| Young or old... the brush with sweetness is always the same. Romantic and yet there is agony untill the sweetness is returned. June |
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