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The Holy Night

Submitted by Eda Sirma on Sat, 24/12/2011 - 04:30

We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem;
The dumb kine from their fodder turning them,
Softened their horned faces
To almost human gazes
Toward the newly Born:
The simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks
Brought their visionary looks,
As yet in their astonied hearing rung
The strange sweet angel-tonge:
The magi of the East, in sandals worn,
Knelt reverent, sweeping round,
With long pale beards, their gifts upon the ground,
The incense, myrrh, and gold
These baby hands were impotent to hold:

Not Stop

Submitted by Buffy on Fri, 12/08/2011 - 01:40

If we ever meet again...
I would want to kiss you
and not stop
I would let one thing lead to another
and not stop
I would let you lay your hands upon my skin
and not stop
I would want to pull you close,
as close as two people can be
and not stop
I would want us to make love, you and me
and never, ever stop...

When Our Eyes Meet

Submitted by Buffy on Thu, 11/08/2011 - 23:40

When our eyes meet,
I get butterflies,
My heart races.
I start to shake.
When our eyes meet,
They look loving
Like I'm the only one in the world
When our eyes meet,
I could crumble in your arms.
You could have my heart, and never let go.
When our eyes meet,
I never want to stray away from your gaze.

I Can Only Wish So Much...

Submitted by simplybigme on Thu, 04/08/2011 - 21:35

I wish for someone who can make me laugh.
I wish for someone who's afraid of making me feel bad.
I wish for someone who can dry off my tears.
I wish for someone who's tears are dried of by me.

I wish for someone that is true.
I wish for someone who will not make me feel blue.
I wish for someone to know that I will be forever true.
I wish for someone to feel the same way too.

I Wanna

Submitted by chici on Sat, 22/01/2011 - 23:24

I wanna go to bed
With you in my head
I wanna taste your tongue
I need to know how its hung
I wanna grab hold of your thigh
Make you my one and only guy
I wanna have dirty sex
The kind that gets neighbors vexed
I wanna wrap my legs around your hips
Come eat me like a sweet apple pie with those lips
I wanna make you scream my name
Watch how my ministrations leave no blame
I wanna see you face covered in sweat
You wanna too I bet

A Bird Came Down

Submitted by Miguel Duarte on Thu, 13/01/2011 - 05:49

A poem by Emily Dickinson (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Dickinson):

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Memory (Sexual Desire)

Submitted by adam starr 88 on Mon, 15/12/2008 - 21:01

Your eyes are the prize
You need to realize they hold no lies
I try to fantasize what you hold inside

As I come around we look up and around
See that no one is to be found
So I slide back around and lower you down to the ground

My fingers are screening through your hair
Gentle whispers are streaming through the air
I hold your hips dreaming without a care

Seeking the meaning of what love is
Weakening and weakening after each kiss
Flirting and kissing trying to get to those lips

You come to me as I let you in with ease
Baby go crazy, live out your fantasy
We’re constantly staring away from reality

I want to be the one.

Submitted by Mason on Mon, 21/08/2006 - 23:33

I want to be the one
You see in your dreams,
The one that wont make everything
Rip open at the seams.
I want to be the one
That makes you happy inside,
The one you run to
When the world makes you wanna hide.
I want to be the first one you look for
When you walk in a crowd,
The one you miss
When Im not around.
I want to be the one
You show off to your friends,
The one you wont leave standing alone
With no one to cry to in the end.
I want to be the one
Who picks you up when you fall,
The one you want to talk to,
The first one youll call.
I want to be the one you look at
And say he’s the one

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