To whom it may concern
don't ever feel like your trapped...
I cant make you love me the way i love you..
all i can do is just sit here en cry...
The hot sand under my pail feet
Wanting to get a tan...
Silently he sleeps
I stare at the wall...
Definately not my best, but it's not horrible...
I smell his sent
Even when he's not around...
A teasing smile upon your face
I cant help but to laugh...
Yummy, what a taste so divine?
This must be a sign...
You're programmed to love and be loved
Yes you're my beloved...
You, my love, are an array of serenades,
each floating gracefully into the next...
Flames just under the surface
patiently waiting to arise...
(This is a poem I've wanted to write for a while...
Ode, to Your Nakedness...