Kiss me slowly, look into my eyes
Stroke your hand along my arm,
Down to my side, and embrace me forever
Within your arms.
Tenderly lay me beside you
Whisper you love me
And take me away.
Your hand through my hair,
Softly stroking my neck,
I'm helplessly yours
And you're hopelessly mine
Your eyes show me the happiness
Your smile shows me your love
Face to face, we are so close
And all I want to do is hold you and kiss you
I think I adore you.
Your soft lips are caressing my face
Little kisses all over,
Make me feel so blessed
My smile cannot be wiped off by pettiness
Just like silly little children
We say nothing and smile blankly at one another
Conveying so much,
The feeling is ecstasy
I cannot belive the effect you have on me.
How do you even comment on a poem like this? It's incredibly sweet, therefore I would feel like an ogre telling you that it makes me feel nothing, that it's bland, and, most of all, that it's been said and done exactly this way a thousand times before. But to tell you that the sentiment is incredibly sweet and nothing more would be a disservice to you and it would be ingenuine. For the sentiment is lost on it's reader without proper expression. You want to interpenetrate your emotion into your reader's brain until their skin crawls with wanting and needing to be you and to feel what you feel. Not hold it up coyly like a crayon drawing made for a hostile parent, hoping they'll accept it and maybe toss you some plastic praise. But, on a positive note, it is incredibly sweet.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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I love this one and the choice of pic.
ladye Peg
{Never stop writing}
With all sincerity,
April Pittman