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[title] => Eye Candy
[time] => 2002-07-15 21:52:10
[hometext] => I read Maya Angeleou's poem entitled Punch, and wanted to do something similar in style and structure. This poem is not just words, but who I am at this point in time.
[bodytext] => Now that I have aptly settled into my second decade; and ripening with voluptuous anticipation for my third, I find nothing so pleases me as much as the embrace in a lovers arms, the tenderness of a kiss, and the sweet exchange of nothings unto twilight hours of the night. Do I sound amorous? Perhaps to the unacquainted. Do I feel that way? Indisputably so. I have reached a point where romantic love delights me as much as my love for people and sometimes more so. As a Romanticist, I would have my days spent with the love of my life, the radiant colors of spring against her silhouette, and the warmth of summer against her skin. I want to see hummingbirds drinking the sweet nectar of a flower and bees busy producing syrupy honey, a cheerful robin singing in my ears. All sight of a paradise and bliss, serenity and tranquility, will find welcome places in my minds eye. My nights will with pleasure receive leisure: the long walks on the oceans shore, and the cool sensation on the moon lit sand. I like the emanating heat of a passionate kiss, the air -cleansing wind of a hurricane, and the chills of monsoon-like storm in the night. And I will have warmth. The unfailing warmth of two burning embers and the comforting warmth of two lovers snuggled under a blanket. Let her and I be firmly joined, a yoking together of an indefinite bond. Let the flavor of a blossoming cherry join the taste of chocolate syrup in delighting my salivary glands. Give me the aroma of stirring passion and odor of sizzling sweat. I do not refuse the profound scent of love or the saline taste of excited nipples, for it indeed reminds me of the bitter sweetness of dark chocolate and the pungency of an unripe strawberry. And the Love of my life --- mentioned last, but not by a hair's breadth the least. I wish for the feel of her silky skin against mine and the pinch of her teeth on my ear. I welcome the soothing touch of her soft hands against my back and her tender lips on my face. I want the softness of her hair between my fingers and her luscious lips melting against mine. Arms that fit cozily without callousness or squeezing, reassuring hands that caress without uncertainty. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Delano2002 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 24 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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