Lacking imagination
On all those special days
I bought you
Negligees.
They were
Carnivals of colors,:
Sexy slits;
Lace and satin,
Nylon and cleavage;
Romance and passion.
I loved you
In them.
Posed you
In them.
Loved you
Out of them.
Peeled you
Out of them.
Having imagination
On all these ordinary days;
I dream those
Negligees.
Sadly knowing,
The eyes that see,
The hands that stroke,
The emotions that soar
Now belong
To another man.
dear Roger those hands of the other man ...dammit that hurts....i know
sorry about that..
Love
Tinka...
Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2002
poignant and heartfelt...**Mari**
Reviewed by June Thompson (Reader)
Reviewed on November 13, 2002
and I skipped past every review
to send one from to you
and I skipped past the oohs
and the coos
and the boos
and stuck with the "so you-s"
I don't know you of course
but I feel the remorse
your words touched me so
and now..from me...this you know
thank you for your comments
and how this poem to me was sent
sad was the ending..the beginning to me
but I bet from my words..
this you could easily see.
Hi Roger
This is beautiful. I personally appreciate most the deep sensitivity imparted in the types of things a man misses
from a lost relationship. Some are different
than what a woman misses and it can be difficult for some men to express, so I thank you for this. Vicky
Reviewed by Tracey
Reviewed on October 28, 2002
Excellent write... wow!!!!
Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on October 28, 2002
Roger this is elegent in style. and powerful with emotion. you bring the reader to the very same place and sadness fills their heart
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on October 28, 2002
Yes Roger, this is very good. The sensual enjoyment now belongs to someone else. How often have you seen this happen. It happens so much. Even here at A.d. But you have shown the picture. But she is now someone elses lady. Roger. Please stop by for a little entertainment if you get a chance. I have three of my songs posted with music. Listen and maybe you will find one of them to fit the tone and mood of this poem. Bill
P.S. If you don't like the music, you will get to see the picture of a Lady I deeply care about.
"carnivals of colors".. "romance and passion".. sigh.. Im so sorry if your sadness is now.. but there's something sexy about a man who exposes his heart when it's weeping.. beautiful, Roger. katy. xox
Robert Burns' first daughter was Elizabeth. Her story and the five descendants Scottish lives are recorded here with the Bard's message today as ever in need. Al Quida listen: Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that. That Sense
Robert Burns' first daughter was Elizabeth. Her story and the five descendants Scottish lives are recorded here with the Bard's message today as ever in need. Al Quida listen: Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that. That Sense
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God bless, Robert!
Sandie.
sorry about that..
Love
Tinka...
to send one from to you
and I skipped past the oohs
and the coos
and the boos
and stuck with the "so you-s"
I don't know you of course
but I feel the remorse
your words touched me so
and now..from me...this you know
thank you for your comments
and how this poem to me was sent
sad was the ending..the beginning to me
but I bet from my words..
this you could easily see.
very good write.
This is beautiful. I personally appreciate most the deep sensitivity imparted in the types of things a man misses
from a lost relationship. Some are different
than what a woman misses and it can be difficult for some men to express, so I thank you for this. Vicky
P.S. If you don't like the music, you will get to see the picture of a Lady I deeply care about.
josie
perhaps to cheer you up I could show you a picture of me in a negligee, never fails to get folk laughing.
Sensual and longing..
yet sad and heartfelt.
10+++++
Daniela