by Nancy L. Pawley
Tuesday, July 09, 2002
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There's just one x that marks the spot..that ever beckoning lover,
his name stands silent sentinal, can't escape my trembling lips
His decadent home lies in my inner core, land of nitty-gritty
he's the blacknight jesting joker and the puffed-up king of hearts
His stacked perversions deadly sweet, shuffled in life's deck of cards
Darkly whimsical magic, unearthly encored skills
Awfully hard to keep a pretense going, with his mix of impish signals
chemical cocktail rituals, dark-eyed pheromones
what's your killing poison, what's your healing choice
a variety of formulated variables won't be leaving any clues
no set math equation tells when love is fast approaching,
but you sure as hell know when it leaves
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|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Hey Nancy, always know it's great when I see your name...;-)|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|love is difficult to shed...|
|Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
|i really liked the verses they sort of sung
made it a pleasure to read
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|There are some truths to this piece. Nice write!!!!!
Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$