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Somebody's Baby
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Somebody's Baby |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Somebody's Baby The moment I first saw you there, Drawn by beauty beyond compare To something more stirring within, I knew tonight you'd be my sin. Yes, somebody's baby before, Oh you were meant for so much more. With scarred hands trembling at first touch, My God, I have missed this so much. In shadow shared, your neck I kiss. Soft fingertips, out of practice, 'Cross your skin glide... feel all untold— All his neglect could not unfold In palms cradled, eyes closed, breath held, As passions of mind and soul meld; My fingers stroke, bring that first purr... Everything else fades to a blur. Oh you give as good as you get, Like no love I have ever met; With angel's grace, with devil's lure, And the need born of it so pure. My will, your voice, you understand The deft magick of a man's hands. As touch for touch, as song for song, We make such sweet love all night long. Your cries echoing through the night, Till window glows with dawn's first light— Till, as sweat-drenched, granting release, I find myself awash in peace. Fingertips raw...played till they bled, The pain never felt in my head... Just joy over lost dreams refound In a guitar's soul healing sound. Michael Anderson 10/02/15 [This message has been edited by Michael (10-02-2015 09:21 PM).] |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
'Write' up my street your poetry is! It's been awhile since my fingers bled, but I catch the metaphor! Enjoyed it all from top to bottom! 88's friend She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Every one loves a guitar player, they have so much soul. Best to you, Jo |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Way to take us there! I feel like I should offer you a cigarette or something. ~L |
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