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My Columbian Caucasion Queen

Contributed by PappyMcSmears on Tuesday, 16th February 2010 @ 09:35:24 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

I felt unusually nervous when we first met.
There was nothing special about your looks,
But there was something special about your look.
Soft, gentle, and subtle; yet,
Serene
Indifferent to my five senses.

Your unfamiliar presence commanded the bars attention,
An enigma in a cesspool of girls needing recognition.
I covertly and quickly smell you,
The scent is intoxicating.
Inaudible to others, you faintly whispered HI!

Gathering myself quickly,
I can't find my gum
Suddenly, nobody mattered but us,
And we hastily left all of them in our dust

We enthusiastically engaged in rapid conversation
A couple of geeks fond of flirtation.
Though, my night ended in frustration:
as you would not let me complete the night's sensation

You wouldnt let me sleep with you.
Why can't I sleep with you, dear?

I woke up the next morning infatuated,
Such strong feelings were foreign to me.
I had to meet with you again.

Any harsh weather becomes beautiful when you appear.
Smiling in hail snow, white-outs coldness.
Your love's power presides over even Mother Nature,
enchantingly exotic for a white girl

Other couples clichs are our reality,
I get a warm, fuzzy feeling whenever I see you.
Eating, sleeping, and worrying become mirror afterthoughts
People judge us but were numb to it.
They envy our geeky happiness,
Eagerly in love, rather than slaves to the words binding.

I love your fair complexion.
I love how your kiss paralyzes my lips.
Perfection.

I will be heartbroken when you inevitably break my heart,
I wont blame you, I could never get tired with you.
you made the world a better place.
many more hearts will fall victim to your seductive nature
but none could ever keep up with your demands,
Im just content that I had you in my life.

a bleak, frigid, White Winter evening,
she's leaving.
my nose begins to run as I sadly sniffle,
Blown my nose
soaking into my tissueThumpThumpThump.
One last time. ThumpThump
It seemed too cold for the snow to melt Thump.
....She finally lets me sleep with her
.thump
She finally lets me sleep with her.

Brennan Scotland 2010

Copyright © PappyMcSmears ... [ 2010-02-16 21:35:24]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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