When I grow up I want to leave mental footprints
Down the spine of your soul
I want to breath liquid thoughts
Into the glass that is you
I'd like paint pictures of happiness in your future
with long brush strokes
Dipping your brush into my vibrant colors of paint
Until we wash the canvas with the beauty that is us....
But all that will have to wait...until I grow up..
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That was beautiful... hell I want to grow up right now!
SEXY.
Why do I feel like I want to find the hubby and GROW UP MYSELF! lol
I love it. I think you should do a poem a week because I love your poetry...
I really like this poem it has a real sensual feel to it.
I like....I like the play on words...
Makes me wanna go on and grow up!
This is my first time reading your blog and I like it here. :) I love the imagery in your poem. And if that's what it's like, I'm growing up tomorrow!
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