sexydeltagirl
05-22-06, 12:29 PM
This isn't your usual poem...
The kind that gets your mind wondering...
Thinking about past loves and sweet nothings...
That made you blush when in their presence...
This is just some randonmess...
About this man and what I sorta loved about him...
At first I though he was heaven send..
Wrapped up and packaged without a warning label on his wrist..
I loved the way he kissed...
Slowly and innocent...
Not wanting to place my tongue with his...
Yet very passionately sucking my bottom lip...
In an instant I was whipped...
Like batter...
I loved the way he hugged me...
How he engulfed my whole body...
Felt like I was buried in his clothing...
I could have sworn sometimes I transfered my sorrow....
Into his body....
Cause when I let go...
I felt drained...
He had more than just a hold on me....
I loved the way he listened to me...
Let me ramble on about my day...
And how the man is out to get me...
Even asking me questions to let me know he was listening...
I loved the way he loved me....
Sometimes so good I would try to bite him...
Dig my nails into his back so he would know...
He could never go deep enough...
Sent my body through so many changes...
Yet he remained strong enough to hold me...
I loved the way he left me...
With this memories of would love should be...
Or was it even love in the first place...
I'm not sure...
But I sorta loved him, I think.....
The kind that gets your mind wondering...
Thinking about past loves and sweet nothings...
That made you blush when in their presence...
This is just some randonmess...
About this man and what I sorta loved about him...
At first I though he was heaven send..
Wrapped up and packaged without a warning label on his wrist..
I loved the way he kissed...
Slowly and innocent...
Not wanting to place my tongue with his...
Yet very passionately sucking my bottom lip...
In an instant I was whipped...
Like batter...
I loved the way he hugged me...
How he engulfed my whole body...
Felt like I was buried in his clothing...
I could have sworn sometimes I transfered my sorrow....
Into his body....
Cause when I let go...
I felt drained...
He had more than just a hold on me....
I loved the way he listened to me...
Let me ramble on about my day...
And how the man is out to get me...
Even asking me questions to let me know he was listening...
I loved the way he loved me....
Sometimes so good I would try to bite him...
Dig my nails into his back so he would know...
He could never go deep enough...
Sent my body through so many changes...
Yet he remained strong enough to hold me...
I loved the way he left me...
With this memories of would love should be...
Or was it even love in the first place...
I'm not sure...
But I sorta loved him, I think.....