All that I need

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Cheek to cheek
So sweet the taste
Of your face

All I need
To speed the pace
Attain and reign embrace

You in my breathing space

Required acquired taste
This liars desires a waste
And put into place

All for a taste

All for a taste

Together tomorrow
It was all a dream
The Internet sorrow

Read red self esteem

And all that I need
Do continue to eat
To lift up from soil
Fast growing a seed

The poppies I planted
Miss must not concede
With fast efflorescence  
Have grown into weeds

Now

All that I need
I’m all for your face
Please fall into me

All for the taste

All for the taste

All for the taste

All for the taste

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Best one yet.Your words are like the beginning stages of fine wine.Shaken up and dilated.Stretched out of your original form into something that can be appreciated.Sipped on.Entertained.
You are powerful.
Galaxies away from the other literary trash you've been posting.Marinating in your own.Etch a sketched over with twenty seven names for tears.
                        Three cheers for Adam.
  Maybe he was'nt such a waste after all.  

--Last edited by Junebug on 2007-06-04 17:30:03 --