She wears her heart on her sleeve,
it's as bright as the smile on her face.
She's got a sweetness to please,
that allows her to walk with grace.
She's a true romantic at heart,
who's still waiting for that perfect part.
She gave me the chance to hold her heart,
But all I did was tear it apart.
Now I'm lost in our memories,
trapped in what I hoped would be.
More than just a passionate affair,
for when it comes to love, she can take you there.
She eases her way in nice and slow,
and you're hooked before you even know.
When she's good, she's great,
when she's bad, she's even better.
When she's got her eye on you,
you know you can't resist her.
She becomes your obsession,
as she drowns you in passion.
She's a sexy lady,
my little scorpion baby.
With her eyes,
she can hypnotize,
when you're with her,
you don't have to fantasize,
for she knows,
just how to drive you wild.
About the Creator
Genevieve
Learning to process the experiences of life, my own or those of others, brought me to turn my feelings into words.
April showers bring May flowers
April cries so May can be something beautiful. May thrives on April to cry, this can be taken in two different ways; I'm going to take this as sometimes things need to defrost and get ugly before it gets a chance to become something beautiful.
By Jen Phillipsa day ago in Poets
There is a Thin Line Between Tears of Sorrow and Tears of Joy
I remember when my mother passed away. After the tears from the initial shock, our family sat in the living room and shared memories. We talked about her love and compassion toward others, the lessons she taught us about honesty, and how she taught us the importance of respecting ourselves and others. Then we started sharing memories that made us smile and eventually, each of us began to relax and tell stories that made us laugh.
By Brenda Mahler4 days ago in Humor
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