Carpe Diem Poetry…
My love for you grows faster
than French vines.
So let them grow around you until your mine.
We could bask in the pleasures of our silk heaven.
Our blood would intertwine and my feelings would only strengthen
Boundaries of my love would know nothing else than to lengthen.
Time would stand still as my love would pour into your chalice
My roses are now in season and are ready for your palace.
So let us wait no more
As you are the only I adore
As days go by I become infatuated even more.
D.M AND A.T
Monday, 22 June 2009
Vegetable love
That petal of beauty still grows vastly
curved sides, along with those pin roots
Let those red rubies grasp the passion as it will come to an end
as in your last hour you will dwell over desires unforfilled
so sport us, thorough dreams
Let us devour in which dark streams froth
We shall transpire and unite as one
as you expose flesh to me it will be amoured by me lady, you deserve this state
as one day it will all decompose that cabbage will rot with desease and no more will lust be offered and suffer you will.
curved sides, along with those pin roots
Let those red rubies grasp the passion as it will come to an end
as in your last hour you will dwell over desires unforfilled
so sport us, thorough dreams
Let us devour in which dark streams froth
We shall transpire and unite as one
as you expose flesh to me it will be amoured by me lady, you deserve this state
as one day it will all decompose that cabbage will rot with desease and no more will lust be offered and suffer you will.
carpe diem poetry by tony and brad
A snake can take thy beauty but so can mine
so like the noughts let us intertwine
thy poison travels through us and will kill us before dawn
my vegetables are fully grown but will be dead before morn
the burrow of the snake is lost to him
but thee deny him access from the well where he drinks the water
and the ever rusting challis
so like the noughts let us intertwine
thy poison travels through us and will kill us before dawn
my vegetables are fully grown but will be dead before morn
the burrow of the snake is lost to him
but thee deny him access from the well where he drinks the water
and the ever rusting challis
The dog
I can be big or small
Or even thick or thin
We have wet and cold noses
Long and rough tongues
We can be soft or rough
And our teeth can bite
Mans best friend that what I am
The one you cuddle into at night
The one you like to walk
I need the attention
Some loving and caring
I’m hungry over you
Climbing to get to you
Where our noses like to explore
Yes dogs know love best.
Thursday, 18 June 2009
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