Give me passion not only love
Don’t want my kiss to soothe your loins
I desire for your soul to sing
Finally this solo a duet
Our lyrics in vibrato
Your hand in mine
Traversing the bridge
Together until the concluding verse
What an intro it can be!
Splendid outro indeed!
Our song
Sing solos and duets with love. What will your melody be? Sending hugs from Brooklyn Guady G
Captivated by your eyes
Breathing deeply and letting out sighs
A short wondrous elevator ride
Elation with you by my side
Pinacles abutting
Molten lava oozing
The eagle spreads its wings
As the the bird sings
The ship missile is out
Strong and mighty on route
Then I open my eyes and you step out
What a wondrous ride indeed.
Hugs from Brooklyn Love Guady G
When I look into your eyes I get so lost
I need to be with you no matter the cost
I realize people would say I’ve lost my mind
But meeting you has left me in such a bind
You’re not mine and I realize that
But I’m drawn closer every time we chat
You touching my hand gives me such a feeling
I can’t help it but I am dealing
Why did you say hello to me that day in May?
Why did you have to hug me in such a provocative way?
I know it’s an impossibility and only a dream
But my body longs for you, I want to scream
I think it best if I avoid you right now
I must fight these urges! I must somehow!
I hope you enjoyed reading this blog post. Share, comment and like if you do. May you have a grand day. Hugs from Brooklyn.
Guady G
Do you get it? Sometimes as writers we pour our hearts and soul into our writing and get no likes. Then other times we just write for the heck of it and everyone loves it. Does it make you wonder? Do you ponder about it?
We check stats and there are readers everyday of our material. So the question remains. Do we write because we are passionate about it or simply to be liked? Do we have a message we want to convey? Is it a popularity contest? Who are we competing against? Hmm just more questions. Anyone have any answers? Why do you write? I’m interested.
I write because when I was 9 years old I discovered that I could put my feelings in a poem. It was cathartic. I loved rhyming and it was fun too. How old were you?
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G
Oh, Paper you are so pure and white!
I want to put my ink on you, all through the night.
Penned with love
The Pen 🖊
Sending many hugs from Brooklyn.
Guady G
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