lovers lane
beautiful eyes open across a pillow top
it seems time will stop
the earth slows and sounds wane
a frozen moment without stain
your body close to mine
our hearts beat in time
with a simple smile of pleasure
this moment should last forever
some say perfection is unattainable
for most things that is explainable
but in your arms with your hearts affection
i have found a brief moment of perfection
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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Restless mind | 3 | 04/19/2010 |
| lovers lane | 7 | 10/16/2009 |
| My Love For You | 5 | 12/21/2008 |
| thirst for more | 5 | 12/21/2008 |
| betrayal | 4 | 12/16/2008 |
| the curse | 6 | 12/16/2008 |
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