I've heard I have a way with words,
the way my verbs reverberate through the core,
twisting round curves with an allure,
seducing hips to swerve with such verve at the thoughts of, my words
My adjectives substantively descriptive and addictive
not the least bit derisive, sufficient to paint a picture
of every stroke of tongue in cheek, alive in your mind
sending shivers down the spine, visualizing the literal manifestation of, my words
Nouns profound sometimes a bit dumbfound,
unsure of when, where and how this unsuspecting bloke
had beguiled you with his sound, a verbalisation of thoughts
stringing of letters to become, my words
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Women have truly been the bane of my existence; I have a perpetual love hate relationship with them – the love part being highly fueled by ...
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Every weekend over the last few months has been somewhere between good - great; with some "fucking mad" sprinkled here and there. ... -
She pins my hands against the wall, I'm disarmed and weakened by desire. The nakedness of this well sculpted caramel goddess now on mine...
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