Melting More

Your eyes met mine, through your caring words
singing a song, sweeter than birds
enchanting me with her lullaby
hypnotized to look in her soulful eye
I see the soul that shines beneath
you're not just one of these sheep
such a giving heart, you go so deep
by your side i'd like to sleep
to awake each day, you in my arms
Seeds of Love? We'll sow farms!
Ripe orchards bearing passion
for a Love like ours holds no ration
we'd be so cool, we'd re-write fashion
us on a billboard, traffic is crashing
you fill me with a pulsing desire
thoughts of you, I could never tire
a wish that has borne to life
tasty dish of Indian wife
with cinnamon skin and a heavenly grin
bursting convention with a pin
throwing conformity in the bin
my empty heart, she's now locked in
my empty bed, wow is she rockin'
what we get upto is almost shockin'
a hundred ways to play, thats just her boobies
a body so divine, eyes that glisten and shine, worth way more than rubies
I traverse the clouds in a single leap
hearts rejoice, i'm moved to weep
I can never get, too much sleep
In fact, I wish the moon would forever gleam
for each night you're the girl of my dream!    Xx
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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December 25, 2011 at 12:16 PM
Now I understand ...u were busy writing this lovely dream...Boy ..U really did wonderful :) few lines are really breathtaking... you fill me with a pulsing desire thoughts of you, I could never tire a wish that has borne to life ....wonderful johny...speechless now !
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December 25, 2011 at 12:55 PM
I cant believe i used boobies in a poem;) I asked my 13yr old brother what the most beautiful word he could envisage was, he said i dont know, i urged him to shut his eyes and drift around to see if a word came to him, all he could think of was boobies, 13going on 30!
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