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Intoxicate Poems - Poems about Intoxicate


Premium Member You Excite All My Senses
You excite all my senses. I happily lack any defenses against stimuli your love dispenses. Your ways lack false pretenses. Whenever together, true joy commences. Eyes, ears, taste, scents, touch - all intoxicate me so much. My heart and soul clutch because our love grants such. You are my sweet penuche. Thoughts of me and you paint a picture perfect view. Our combination is love's brew sweet seeped...

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Categories: intoxicate, happy, joy, romantic love,
Form: Rhyme
Soul Mate
Feelings don't intoxicate me I'm quite myself today, too. I'm keeping my shyness, I'll meet you in the crowd. Your eyes have clouded my mind, Your words were lost in me. I wish I'd guessed right away Walk with you in the moonlight. I'll do it right this time, Did I find a half of myself? Once again, I forced myself to believe, And my soul...

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Categories: intoxicate, love, poems, poetry, romance,
Form: Verse



Premium Member You Intoxicate Me
My hushed mind woke furious from love when night came. You'd outline a path and traced the lines of my frame. Not once did I choose to close my eyes to your game. Morning came as it always did full of grief blame What's left a blur, stained and soiled, brought shame. Tied to passion I...

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Categories: intoxicate, love,
Form: Monorhyme
You Intoxicate Me
I refused to age because of your love, It always makes me feel young, This wine intoxicates my mind, Everything seem beautiful. Beat those drums, give me that rhythm, Sing with that voice from heaven, Tear my heart with awe, Your majesty seems wonderful. You are my heart, I prostrate, Your presence is too potent, As your face radiates, Everything seem...

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Categories: intoxicate, beauty, blessing, crazy, desire,
Form: I do not know?
Power Intoxicate
Power intoxicate The loss of common sense Can be well seen on the hills Where we have the men on power Mostly on the third world Power intoxicate Could it be that They don't see Or they can't feel Could it be That their hearts are stick To greed with a glue that can Never melt Or they got so much to Never realise they are...

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Categories: intoxicate, abuse, africa, america, analogy,
Form: Epic




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