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Do not enter me.
I am not ready,
To entrust you yet,
With my secret.
Place your fingers around my knob,
But do not come inside to rob.
Slowly trace, along my crevice slide,
But dare not spread me wide.
First press yourself against me gently,
Listen for a sign of entry.
And I will tell you when it's time,
With the rhythm of my rhyme.
Until then linger with no sound,
Long enough to hear, I'll keep you around,
Igniting imagination with my tongue,
Whispering ancient tunes unsung,
As my resistance, wearing thin,
Aches all along to let you in,
Taunting you with every drop,
Not really wanting you to stop.
3/31/2005 2:47 pm
Very creative with nice imagery. Thanx for sharing.|
4/7/2005 3:21 pm
Pleasure, I'll add some more later, oh yeah and thanks for the comment.|