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Origineel geschreven als grapje, en antwoord op Nectarines van ~anon-y-mouse.
Hierna gebruikt voor een dichtwedstrijd, niets gewonnen zoals gewoonlijk. Wedstrijd was de "Erotica Contest", dus je moest een zo erotisch getint mogelijk gedicht schrijven. Maar ja, dit was sowieso al niet zo geschreven. Niet vreemd dat ik niets gewonnen heb dus. Feeling the sun touch my body Feeling its tongues warm me up Gently stroking my upper arm And gently laying me to rest I shiver as you touch me Your hands are cold to my skin I shiver as you touch me The gently stroking of my upper arm again You seem to love my sensitivity You seem to love that I'm alive You seem to love that you may touch me Because you do so, untamed, but not wild Perfection at its utmost high Peaking over all that is known I feel Godlike, looking over the horizon It feels sweet. I feel like touching you again... Kissing the lips with whom you kissed me Tasting my own salty skin form again Feeling whole, just perfection With minimum physique, which would destroy what I feel within. Finally being able to kiss you Lick you as in my wildest dreams I have brought the whipped cream Don't tell me you forgot the nectarines... September 24, 22:49 (10:49 PM) een van de weinige gedichten die niet echt volrijm hebben van mij, so give me a break. ![]()
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