The Dare


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So here it is. I'm laying it all out there.. No feelings left unsaid... For Jacob

The Dare

I dared you to take a chance
I dared you to indulge in the love dance.
I dared you to leave her memory in the dust
I dared you to believe me and give me a little trust.
You did.
I dared you to tell me a little more about your life
I dared you to not be ashamed of your fear and strife
I dared you to open up just a little
I dared you to rhyme me a riddle
You did.
I dared you to fall in love
I dared you to make peace like a dove
I dared you to let me see you
I dared you to show me a side of you I never knew
You did.
I dared you to spend money on me
I dared you to believe I'm worth a fifty.
I dared you to send it to me in a letter
I dared you to make it better.
You did.
I dared you to fall in lust
I dared you to stare till I turn to dust
I dared you to get it up
I dared you to fill my cup
You did.
I dared you to tell me what you want
I dared you to like it when I'd taunt
I dared you to give me some
I dared you to regret it none.
You did.
I dared you to be spontaneous
I dared you to give it and be instantaneous
I dared you to go crazy
I dared you to need it more than anything
You will...
I dared you to just hold my hand
I dared you to walk with me in the sand
I dared you to kiss my lips
I dared you to hold my hips
You will...
I dared you to caress me for the first time
I dared you to lock your eyes on mine
I dared you to shock me with your tongue
I dared you to breath on me from your lung.
You will...

This is so repetitive
But it is all so relevant
I dare you to do
One last thing for me and you.

I dare you to let it out
Let out the caged desire
That is waiting to travel about
To approach my body with hands on fire.

You know the one I speak of
It's waiting to feel all that love
The one that craves my flesh
The feel and taste of my virginity so fresh...

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Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

Shelbylolann’s Poems (43)

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My Feelings About You 0
Confessions 0
Lusting In My Sleep 0
SSToThePoint 1
Lights Out 0
Does YOUR Heart Race? 0
The Reading Room Is Full 1
The Dare 0
Flowing 0
In Love & Lust 1
Words That Roll Off Their Lips 1
Dear Sister 1
Dear Mom... 1
Dear Dad... 1
Dear Brother... 0
Life Motivated By Love 1
The Erotic Dream 1
I Wonder What It Would Be Like 1
You Make Me Feel 1
Faith & Love 1
Don't Fall Asleep! 1
Overwhelming Love 2
Today! (((Carpe Diem poem))) 0
Puzzle (Burlesque poem) 0
Is The Flame Dying? 1
Will You? 1
Neice (The Truth) 0
You Have Entered 0
For The First Time In Two Years 1
This is War 0
America: The Not-So-Fucked
-Up. (Reply poem to "Red, White and Blue by Sanctus)
To Write Love On Her Arm 2
We Stupid (A rap by Monay, Amanda and I) 1
Is It A Sin? 1
Love and Hate 2
Getting Used To This 1
The Youngest of All 1
A Far-Away Friend 2
The Words Come Easy To My Head 3
ABC's of Friendship 1
My Heart 1
My Left Four-Arm 2
Distant Love 6