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The Color
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Created on 5-8-07
The grass is always greener
but brown is his hair
Brown are his eyes
Deep penetrating sensuous
Tall and athletic
Though pale and of the book
His weapons and allure
more mind then might
With out effort he draws me in
Tempting me with those eyes
My heart is spoken for
His hands I will never know
Yet my mind is cruel
She plays games
Wondering at his chest
rolling the question
"What does he look like under there?"
over and over and over again.
I am powerless
Yet I will never know
What color his grass grows
but brown is his hair
Brown are his eyes
Deep penetrating sensuous
Tall and athletic
Though pale and of the book
His weapons and allure
more mind then might
With out effort he draws me in
Tempting me with those eyes
My heart is spoken for
His hands I will never know
Yet my mind is cruel
She plays games
Wondering at his chest
rolling the question
"What does he look like under there?"
over and over and over again.
I am powerless
Yet I will never know
What color his grass grows
Please Login to post comments| On May 11th 2007 ccarrieanne Said : | |
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being married and all....I feel that way all the time! great poem! |
| On May 11th 2007 NightLifeGurl Said : | |
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wow i love this one =] |
| On May 9th 2007 Tiffiscool16 Said : | |
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Nice! |
| On May 8th 2007 bandgeekjessi Said : | |
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i like this one alot! |
