domingo, 28 de abril de 2013

Love poem for no one in particular


Let me touch you with my words,
for my hands lie limp as empty gloves...

Let my words stroke your hair,
slide down your back and tickle your belly;
for my hands light and free flying as bricks
ignore my wishes and sttubornly refuse to carry out my quietes desires..

Let my words enter your mind bearig torches
admit them willingly into your being
so they may caress you gently within....  

What happens when people become attached to each other??
You can leave it as love and attraction or you can make things complicated.......