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Daniel Rowlinson Poem
Some Lyrics from a song I wrote called Here She Comes
to see how it reads on paper (or screen)
I discovered a place
Where the ego's free
It's the power in your face
Makes the shakes in me
Oh I didn't wanna be here
But maybe now I do
Just that I shouldn't be here
With you
Here She Comes
Here she comes boy you better be ready to run
Try not to look at her face
Here she comes like a storm, sunset red leather on
She wears colours of flames
So be warned
Here She Comes!
Copyright © Daniel Rowlinson | Year Posted 2013
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Daniel Rowlinson Poem
Well, she's all sweet and sexual, wants not just fun
but adventure too. Mind is full of passion fruit.
I have no doubt that I love her eyes.
They water and sparkle when starred at in wonder.
They beg to be seen and demand to be questioned
and her lips
are pert with cute expression
inviting a bite in the stillest gesture.
As your eyes slide hungrily, from her toes to her hair and
all over perfection, those blue oceans grow wide, noticed
and looked down, something like submission.
Seemingly has much time for anyone, is ripe
and for the taking,
but knowing she has someone, acts accordingly
and would hesitate permission.
A powerful pull, does this combination,
arc both ways, fuelling the predicament.
All this without a kiss, and I wonder what I miss
What wonders of her bliss, I vain to dismiss?
Whilst my mind is focused on not one nor any,
of her particular things I can delete from memory.
I am not sad nor happy, I swim in foreplay
but I will always be hungry for more if she sends me.
Copyright © Daniel Rowlinson | Year Posted 2016
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