He's delicious
All cheekbones and luscious lips
Blue eyes and dirty laugh
Sure wasn't love at first sight,
Thought he was delicate; made of china..
Oh, how wrong I can be
Strong as a iron and spouting fire
Need to step back lest he gobble me up
Secret garden's waiting but can he find the key?
Today's favourite song: Icehouse, 'Man of Colours'
17 June 2008
About a boy
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1 comment:
wow.
he's certainly lighting the fire of inspiration in you... that can't be bad!
great poem.
lucky man.
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