Pretty Little Spies

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Right now, right here
his intentions will be clear
Open eyes, closed door
we wonder what he has in store
Taste and touch, senses all collide
no lines uncrossed, no rules to abide
His pretty little spies
with thousand little spy trained eyes
Creep across our burning skin
merging with the mood we're in
Open locks, minds; closed door
not just one, wanting more
Be it rough or gentle slow
what he's made of we will know.





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Jadorelespoemes said...
Jun. 23, 2011 at 8:44 pm
Aww :). I love this poem ♥. Good job!
 
DeePiper This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 20, 2011 at 2:50 am
thank you!
 
oneesama said...
Jun. 23, 2011 at 7:41 pm
"Taste and Touch, senses all collide no lines uncrossed, no rules to abide..." I LOVE this part of your poem... its very beautifully written :)
 
FoxGloveFlowerxxx replied...
Jun. 23, 2011 at 9:09 pm
I agree^^ Thats my fav part. I really like it! 4 stars!
 
DeePiper This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 20, 2011 at 2:50 am
It means a lot that yall like it, thanks for the comments:)
 
oneesama replied...
Jul. 23, 2011 at 2:03 pm
no problem! we're only stating a fact... your work is beautiful :)
 
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