March 10, 2009
By Zachary Clare BRONZE, Washington, Dc, District Of Columbia
Zachary Clare BRONZE, Washington, Dc, District Of Columbia
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She lured me into the mines of her mind
where i filled the holes in her soul
and we hid from reality in the comfort of her couch
Soon as we were all alone
I yearned for her naked lips
that were drenched in the sweetest nectar
God naturally produced at birth
When we kiss,
her tongue becomes the bed where all my thoughts would rest
Soon as they were all tucked away,
Her tongue leaves my mouth so she may say,
"Let me slip into something more comfortable"
Seconds that felt like centuries later,
She emerges from the bathroom
wearing nothing but her angel wings
She is truly the sweetest eye candy
for my pupils become morbidly obese with just a slight glance,
the perfectly sculpted body,
that is hers
and only hers,
and if only words could describe her---
I'd talk forever

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