Extraordinary

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    Extraordinary

    It was hot
    We played
    There was the breeze
    Free and cool
    Like the summer day
    With a winter moon
    It was warm and soft
    It was sweet and wet
    It was something he and I would not forget
    Like melodies played on my CDs
    Like getting burned with chicken grease
    It was hot
    Kinda salty
    Quick but good
    It was everything I hoped it would
    Be
    With us
    We lay together
    Stayed together
    Rocked back and forth together
    Intertwined like vines
    Crisscrossed like braids
    Black on black
    Brown on brown
    My feet never touched the ground
    Like ice cream we melted
    It was cold then warmed up
    It was stiff then got smooth
    Our preoccupation with one another
    Led to the precipitation between the two
    It became like honey
    Sticky and desired
    He became my fuel
    It ignited my fire
    He was my quest
    Like King Arthur and his Round Table of Knights
    I was his prize thing
    Like Guinevere his queen
    He was my King
    We sizzled like bacon
    He was like no other
    This great love making
    With this extraordinary brother

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    CraigStyle commented on Extraordinary

    01-15-2009

    Hot, sexy, discriptive I felt it I loved it. Feel free to check my work. Take care and please keep writing.

    JazzyChic commented on Extraordinary

    11-24-2008

    okay...lovin this

    ScorpioMoon commented on Extraordinary

    10-31-2008

    I really enjoyed your poem. I like the way you think. King Arthur, Guinevere, chicken grease, bacon, 2 much I love it

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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