Well this is different, this tingly feeling
That overcomes me when you chance to stand
Not that close to my body, brushing hands
Reminds me of times I stared at ceiling
In my bedroom, still mentally stealing
Images and words from sick chick flicks and
Dirty punchlines that adults always brand
Crass but their kind is as unappealing
Love that is. Because what else could this be
This warmth that shivers shyly when I bleed
For you, skin much smoother than you’d believe
I want to give you whatever you need
What is it you need, is it within me?
- In two years teacher, we can get married.
Jelly, Baby
I want a baby in my belly to
Wibble wobble when I walk like jelly
On a plate I ate a box of six eggs
And one hundred tadpoles minus their legs
And a glass of posh wine to wash it down
And a dirty magazine cos I’ve found
That gets me in the mood for doing things
That are rude but despite this I am screwed
In the bad sense as doc told me that my
Baby was just a belly-full of fat
Perhaps a little more "ironic" than humorous...but I still get a giggle out of your wiggle LOL
Hugs friday,
Eiregirl
PS
you may want to read that first one again...especially the second line _________________ All poems and stories posted by Eiregirl are
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Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:16 am
girl_friday
Joined: 16 Jan 2008
Posts: 21
Location: U.K
Hehe thanks
I think I just have a bit of a sick sense of humour.
Not quite sure what you mean by the second line though...?
Thankies for the feedback (((Eiregirl))) x _________________ ...'Friday I'm in love.'
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