Long Road

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Long Road

White sheets
posted across the bed
and the sound of nothing whispers in my head.

up and over goes my heart
as you spread my world apart

i see the thirst drool from your eyes
and its no surprise when you ask to drink from my cup

it runs over
not at the thought of you

but the touch of you

i inhale you
tasting me

pleading with me
squeeze me

be anything but polite

feel me with delight


Let me make all your dreams come true
if you only knew what i could do

but its a secret good girls dont tell

come take a dip in my well

a sweet tropical paradise

you be sugar
and i your spice


o see there you go
hitting the spot i've been waiting for

its yours
do with it as you please
bend it like beckham

break the head board
crack the floor

leaving me no mercy
just the ache for more.

I can call you daddy
call you friend
my everlasting lover to the end

walk this road with me
at my side

leaving the pain of this world behind

i dont care to think
i just want to do
you
and we can proclaim
under anyone
and anything

Give me
all of you even if its just for a min. or two.

ok maybe more then a few
i forgot about my pain and sorrow
my quest for tomorrow

maybe today
will be a better day
at least thats what they say.

 PoetJanet Dawson 2009

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dangedmanjr commented on Long Road

12-10-2009

another whistfully tasteful glimpse at a passionate moment!

SILKYTWEED commented on Long Road

09-09-2009

Hmmm WOW (CLAPPING)....Fierce Write janetdawson, very delightful read, kept me going and (blushing) I feel the emotion and like the playfulness of this piece (wink)...LOL...Thanks for sharing!

lucky62 commented on Long Road

08-20-2009

ooooooooohhhhhhhhh oops sorry I lost control. Damn girl you made me flow. I feel your lustful gain. Think I need to have a smoke. Lucky likes this again and again............

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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