While i visualize u..the makings of a beautiful figure..whats fills the room with
on lookers..i become what stands to judge , the lifeless stare..but represents love with a portion of it's antics..i get played with from behind..what tangles with my aura..proceeds as a square, curved individually shaped to order..the elegance enhanced, hands will approach me..meetings of the minds set,thought 2 create..no separate parts intertwine what feels, emptiness, leads 2 a combination of a heart that's broken in 2 pieces..but shares an emotion, what lovers do, the presentation of him & I,portrays..the immoral hands of jig, saw spangled, rubbed down, secured immensely..through the lovers dream, stays a secret, they hide away in colors of themselves wicked..wild, sexually planted, a work of art..what bonds..keeps it worth 2 have..so i stroke with lines of me with angles and percussion, held close, wants for nothing..but your love, a kaleidoscope captured, a class all by itself, becomes the finer picture to import, true love, the conquest to make a museum our permanent resting place, where love builds on becoming what made me believe, the cost of trust..earned..Loving a body, living a dream to focus on reality..ignored, I'm taken for granted..but..beautiful, not for SALE..ask somebody,where is the love, a picture worth an image, memories unspoken, can't ever be 4REAL loving..in 2 what's stolen..never drawn apart..Dream Lovers..hang in there..someone has got 2take you (serious)..find the right colors..where a mixed emotion like ours..becomes the globe of love..touched by the artist.."The Painter"..Create..Sheila T Jordan
Sunday, July 5, 2009
DREAM LOVERS
While i visualize u..the makings of a beautiful figure..whats fills the room with
on lookers..i become what stands to judge , the lifeless stare..but represents love with a portion of it's antics..i get played with from behind..what tangles with my aura..proceeds as a square, curved individually shaped to order..the elegance enhanced, hands will approach me..meetings of the minds set,thought 2 create..no separate parts intertwine what feels, emptiness, leads 2 a combination of a heart that's broken in 2 pieces..but shares an emotion, what lovers do, the presentation of him & I,portrays..the immoral hands of jig, saw spangled, rubbed down, secured immensely..through the lovers dream, stays a secret, they hide away in colors of themselves wicked..wild, sexually planted, a work of art..what bonds..keeps it worth 2 have..so i stroke with lines of me with angles and percussion, held close, wants for nothing..but your love, a kaleidoscope captured, a class all by itself, becomes the finer picture to import, true love, the conquest to make a museum our permanent resting place, where love builds on becoming what made me believe, the cost of trust..earned..Loving a body, living a dream to focus on reality..ignored, I'm taken for granted..but..beautiful, not for SALE..ask somebody,where is the love, a picture worth an image, memories unspoken, can't ever be 4REAL loving..in 2 what's stolen..never drawn apart..Dream Lovers..hang in there..someone has got 2take you (serious)..find the right colors..where a mixed emotion like ours..becomes the globe of love..touched by the artist.."The Painter"..Create..Sheila T Jordan
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