JJKittyKat 59F
339 posts
10/3/2005 9:35 am

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm


Come to me,
Lay with me,
I want to take you all in,
Steal your air,
Smell your skin,
Tempting in silent darkness,
Hover over me,
Skim the rims
Of my cavern,
Detect for what I protect,
My treasure,
As you dare to explore for pleasure.
And if you wish for entry,
It will be granted,
I can resist no more,
The locks to my door
Grow weak.

digdug41 49M

10/3/2005 11:11 am

if you lived on this side of the atlantic I'd show you my key lol

roaming the cyber streets of blogland

AlbertPrince 57M

10/4/2005 1:45 am

Locks??? I think not!

JJKittyKat 59F

10/4/2005 9:06 am

dig dug- lol, i'm sure it is a very nice key, that has opened many locks for you

JJKittyKat 59F

10/4/2005 9:09 am

I just can't think what AL can mean... perhaps he didn't like thew poem!!

bri_tish 60M

10/26/2005 10:13 pm

Excellent, I'd better stop trying to write poetry, and find something new for my blog. 'm shamed by an expert.

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