Open Poetry #47 |
The no name poem... |
twistedpup Member
since 2011-02-25
Posts 115 |
The nights are cold around here. The days are getting longer. Twists and turns down every road we travel. Sometimes we need an adventure. That truck like thunder as it shifts into gear. The ride is exciting and new, glad its with you. Driving out to that place, our hide away. Longing for your arms around me, aching to fill and endless hunger. Knowing your stay is short, just wanting to see you. Maybe feel your arms around me, but not much more. Ending this thought wondering what else we will do. *hugs* |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Adventures can be fun! |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
"That truck like thunder as it shifts into gear. The ride is exciting and new, glad its with you. Driving out to that place, our hide away. Longing for your arms around me, aching to fill an endless hunger" ...there is a lonesome romanticism to this that makes it irresistible |
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