Open Poetry #16 |
I will edit this ;) |
Hollowman Member
since 2001-06-01
Posts 117 |
A prisoner of love is me there's no finer encaseration you see One day parole, the next a new goal A prisoner of love I be A prisoner of passions is I For your passion i'd truly die The crack of your whip the handcuffs on your hip A prisoner of passions aye, aye. In love I very much am For her hand, I'd crawl across lands To gather her gifts, and something to sniff I'd want her to feel very grand. If you read these words from me dont question my insanity For my head is on tight and all throught the night my bladder is weak from tea.. hehe Richy |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
This is so cute. I love that ending. Your bladder is weak from tea. LOL If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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RosePetal
since 2001-08-26
Posts 2985South Florida |
I have to agree with Tracey..this is pretty clever Richy! Enjoyed : )I think you should change the title though, hehe. |
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