Note: I'm not a poet, nor do I plan on becoming one. I've just been reading too many cheesy romance stories recently and want to write a bit. You got an issue with this? Tough chesnuts. Deal with it. (And yes, I did indeed just make a christmas reference, despite how much I hate it.-shudder-)
My hands at your hips
My lips at your stomatch
Your eyes meet mine, and we're lost
I can't wait to feel you, touch you
I've got a perverse love for you
My heart stops, yours goes faster
I know this won't last forever
I can't wait to hear you, see you
This won't go on for much longer
A thrill that could kill
A feeling that could maim
There isn't much more to this twisted little love game
I know when it will end
I know when I'll bleed
The day you finally walk out on me
-Roshie
God that's retarded.>> Comments accepted, just be nice to this idiotic little girl who can't write.
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