MY QUEEN

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The poem talks about a that woman you always looked for. Someone who might be a dream but she also been there, you've just never paid attenting as she would walk bye are drove bye. She what every guy needs in his life a Queen.

MY QUEEN

 My Queen I seen you flooding over top of me on cloud moving slow right now, looking down to me below, as I looked up and cry out theirs my queen. How wonderful you are sitting above us all. They say your body can fulfill a dream, your hair is as pretty as the flowers above the sea and your eyes are like diamonds that sparkle everyday that keeps the rain away or brighting up my day, some say your lips are softer than cotton with every gentle kiss, your face is a picture looked at like art on a magazine or TV screen and your smile is so beautiful that the world will never be dark; my queen. Your conversation make a person think how intelligence so gorgeous and smart and your type of walk has style and grace, your activities are something to see where everybody would like to be. My Queen how wonderful you are standing out on a beach with me as the air blows across your body, your hair lays over your shoulder as the sun shines upon it. Your eyes twikle like stars and your body caste a shadow of mirror image, were your beauty is so intense that no man can see it but me as we would fall down onto this toilet but it's a sheet. Kissing you very gently as if you were asleep. My hand holds your back as I massage your breasts, removing your clothing for you, saying to you your beautiful, touching your body everywhere, as you play with my intimately cause that starts my fire, bring more of your desire, your look is a thousands words being said in one sentence; my queen. 

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Tempy commented on MY QUEEN

07-21-2009

this is so beautiful. hope you didn't let her pass you by

Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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