by Michael Cleveland Thomas
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
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Nothing means more to me...than you. Nothing makes me feel like this, except when I am with you.
I Love U.
My soul is so into you that I wake up in a cold sweat when things are not write between me and you. Like a tye-dye shirt, my love for you is all over the place. There are no boundaries.
I cum so hard when making love with you. Makin' faces, toes curled up in knots. No, no! don't touch me, not in that spot.
C, you keep it real with me when others may not. I love you because, you let me express myself even if it means you have to put your pain on the shelf. I like the way you leave you upon my wealth. Sometimes you have me trembling like I have expended myself.
But I can't say I even remember when I started loving you. Don't even really recall the first time I strok a rhyme because of you. You make my mind so horny, as I look to explode my juices on the paper before me.
Never worried about fragments or phrases or predicates and pronouns. All I know is writing, I love you. You gave me things no one else could provide. Within, my true feelings can reside.
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Nicely done poetic prose.
|Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
|Sex and love....not a bad combo. Liked the tye dye shirt simile. Teresa|
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|Wonderful sentiments of heart felt emotions.