icedoutflossyj Posted April 3, 2006 Share Posted April 3, 2006 Baby, I love the way our inner minds intertwine Like the ivy vines that drip lust-laden wine down the sides of Love's temple Where our thoughts become engaged With a princess-cut canary diamond metaphor Binding our minds together. Your tongue is a ball-point pen and I am a blank page And I want you to write all over me. Scribble above me, below me, love me, draw in the margins - Do you take this diary to be your spiritually wedded emotional supporter Throughout this neverending circle we call eternity? I do. Yes, I do love, always have loved, and I always will love the way I can hear the unspoken thoughts that haven't left your lips yet. I know what you're thinking because you think of me when I think of you and thinking of you is all I do. I know it's love because as soon as we hang up the phone a part of me dies inside and I hope you'll call me back on the off-chance that you forgot something to say because I know that's another three-hour long conversation. When we're apart, I can't stop this twitchin' You are my rock - I am addicted. When I look into your eyes I don't even see your eyes; I see my eye's reflection Because we're both doing the same thing - Connecting. Whenever we step in a separate direction we always end up at the same place - each other. The temperature of our love rises in radial degrees until it reaches heat's circumference Culminating in an explosion of mental ecstasy. I do. I do wear those rose-colored, diamond-studded glasses meaning That I view you without flaws. The laws of physics cannot deny our physical dictions Eight-lettered mandates comprising of more emotion Than grains of salt that reside in the ocean Only to surround your body and soul, lifting you Up. The three syllables that fall from the sky Brighter than meteorites that fly by Venus A meaningful message sent by Aphrodite directly into your spine. Allowing Kundalini's warmth to open your mind Relaxing the spirit, delivering an ethereal massage. Baby, allow me to astral project into your third eye Only to blind you with the raw, unadulterated, shining emotion I have that Glistens, listen Not with your ears, but listen with the belief that you can fall backwards On a mattress made of the fibers of my heart And roll over on a pillow woven with the notes of singing doves And have your insecurites evaporate as you pull a blanket of unrequited love Up and over your body. A body that is nothing but a mere vessel through which an angel Lives and dies to synchronize the rhythmic beating of our hearts Beating of our hearts Beating of our hearts. The only metronome that matters. The only sound I've ever heard The only thing I've ever understood The only metronome that matters. The beating of our hearts. any feedback? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BellaDonna Posted April 3, 2006 Share Posted April 3, 2006 Cool poem. I especially like this line: Your tongue is a ball-point pen and I am a blank page And I want you to write all over me. BellaDonna Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrocza Posted April 3, 2006 Share Posted April 3, 2006 I really like it. I love the pace. It's so sweet...and dirty. lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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