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[aid] => mick
[title] => Part One: The Beginning of it All
[time] => 2004-08-30 23:36:18
[hometext] => This is a poem I wrote of a man, and our time together. This is a man I am not aloud to love, not aloud to care for, for he is to old for me. But rules and regulations cant control your heart...
[bodytext] => Part One: The Beginning of it All I tripped Stumbled against the cheap glass wall which shook when my wait depended on it Glasses of Tanqueray flowed through my blood but it had yet to keep my eyes from gazing into his His eyes Such a strange indescribable color Almost clear but with a pale hint of tan They were beautiful as were mine according to him. He looked nervous. I felt bold. We unconsciously circled each other He, with full sobriety, did not waver and slip as I did He smiled while I grinned with a look of seductiveness and slowly leaned against the glass, protruding what I had to offer with my low cut black tank top. He moved closer, but then backed away. This game This animal-like courting game seemed to go on for an eternity slow secretive steps countered each time A janitor passed and my attention for only a second And with that opportune moment He playfully poked me in the stomach and backed up against the glass our eyes locked and I mesmerized took two steps pushed myself against his body and pressed my lips against his My heart was racing Breathing heavily Eyes beaming His eyes were excited, but nervous Desperation for parental consent was written All over his face I didn’t care I kissed him again His arm, with it’s strength, feeling of protection, and tattoo exploiting his marine pride, slipped quietly and sensually around my back I traced his arm with my fingertips, watching them run over his skin His head turned again, worried Both of our parents were in this labyrinth of a mall as well When his focus returned to me My lips were waiting for him And with that the most glorious and final kiss Of the night We studied each others eyes and agreed it was Time to go My mother His father Were searching for us We hurried to meet them Found them Set off to the parking lot Continually staring at one another Left in our separate cars The ride home was torturous My mom with her suspicions Me with my desire to be with him again In that corner Against the glass In his arms And my boyfriend called Asked how I was Where I’d been He became annoyed with my intoxication Said his goodbyes When I got home, I knew I wouldn’t sleep. I had to call and thank him for the kiss He answered I melted again [comments] => 3 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Sahara1617 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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