Like rolling thunder crashing in the dark
I look over and above for you to
make your mark in musical notes
playing the strings of your violin,
and making me glorious!
You blew to me like a feather in a
windy hollow coming along the highway of
my hips…kissing my eyes,
and licking my lips,
and making me glorious….
I call to you now in a torrid tease,
upon my pedestal of pleasure
I invoke thee to come to me,
to release your madness upon
my overture…
playing the strings to my heart
and
Making me glorious!
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Reviewed by Russ Okamura (Reader)
Reviewed on January 31, 2003
You blessed strings weeps with the notes in the keys of life!
Wonderful poem, dear. K.K.
Blessings and light,
~~~Angel
That seduces a vibration to her soul...!
Blue eyed fish...
Sharon;)
Sandie Angel :o)