by Daniel Milano
Growing out of phases,
I am finally at peace,
Throwing out phrases,
Like last but not least.
The first to mature,
Gone are the fits of rage,
My mood is secured,
Like a pitbull in a cage.
I have pieced myself together,
Down to the last shard,
I considered myself better,
But I was caught offguard.
This woman had a style,
Which shouted I'm the queen,
Matched with just a smile,
To prove she wasn't mean.
At first, she poked some fun,
Knocked me off my game,
Then the joke I spun,
And to her I did the same.
She used to be the queen,
But I proclaimed her throne,
This wasn't her routine,
So I let my name be known.
I lead her through a chat,
A course of many topics,
Like a tire never flat,
We were racing through like rockets.
The mood was growing intimate,
Two love birds on a branch,
She was really getting into it,
When I made my advance.
Been in many relationships,
I wondered if Love really could exist,
I glanced down at her delicate lips,
Then I leaned in slowly for the kiss.
A heavenly night, sent from above,
It would not go to waste,
Is this what they all call Love?
Because I enjoy the taste!
Submission date : 2009-11-03
Last edit : 2009-11-03
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