delicious lines

Your eyes talk to me.
Your lips taste like cherry pie.
Oh what sweet talk
that rolls over me
every single time
you come near.
Talk to me
don't ever stop
I like the feeling
when you speak
makes me warm
makes me weak
so speak thoes sweet words
delicious lines
feed me until I've taken too much
feed my soul
until I want no more.
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Well, this was something anyway. I've spent several days looking for old work of mine. Alice's red shoes, The mask, and several others.
I'm trying once again to write poetry. I'm sure that it will take time, but that's ok. That's what this place is here for.
Wendy
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yes this place is here for that.........lets just hope you can keep it that way and stop giving us all your thoughts about what people have said about wht you write. take it and grow from it.........don't blame people for seeing nothing in your words but words.
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I haven't visited the site in a while. It's nice to see that the traditions of encouraging each other in our work and allowing poets an open forum to express our thoughts has continued in the meantime.
Wendy, don't listen to the troll above.
Dube
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i wish I had a sweethart like that