Love in (fore word)
Buzz - zing, its a drug, sure!
That is how you feel in love,
A pill, to make one seem high,
A sigh in the soft - test of eyes.
A glow to the skin, seek - ling,
A need to ride kins ship,
Not fore seen yet, felt hard,
The spot in side spar ride.
Words best left not said, yet
Beat hard in the head. Red bled.
Hot in your body suit, lit up,
Lust with out sins spin, find.
The suns heat with in them
Earn rays with the lift, pour.
A lush end less gift, time,
That heal - ling pair rift, sine.
It’s much food for soul, mist. It’s,
Sent them half off the rail, see
The need to full fill, nest, in seed.
Some ones pure (r)est rill, safe.
Only in gain, to cure the in sane,
Send some off the bend, yet,
Most folk gain a root mend, so,
Shy in the lips, soft in the kiss
Bold in the mind find, kind, rest,
Melt, to join at the hips, a sign,
Part of each, a self less time,
Play full rush to the head zone.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled fantasist. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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