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Poetry By: wikhaiinn


Submitted:Apr 30, 2008    Reads: 912    Comments: 4    Likes: 8   




On one simple look

In one simple day

When the stars fall down

When all the lights are turned off

Where sugar and spice are mixed together

Ends to be served on a sizzling plate

Above all dish and dessert I have made



These thoughts of you come into feast

Down, down, down, slowly with wine

Starting on level one to the --- Big boss

I'm going to the city streets

Like I know how to ride a --- real horse

Telling the hottest love story ---of the house



She was away,

Away to my shoulders

To my knees

Going nearer

We're getting up closer;

And he

He was the man with pretty horns and silly hair

Catches my breathe twice doubled in the air



And tonight

Tonight is when we end the trend;

Time to rip out that cocoon

Ant let it fly,

Fly with somebody in this room

Just for the first night

When the unicorn meets the butterfly



Slowly touching from your neck to below

Arms stretching over the back

And melting stirs over the bed

Boiling hot in the pan

Water runs faster as it runs in the air…

This sensation brought by an earthquake

Falling down your bodies through the rain

Full of intensity and gravity;

Pulls the chef and the cook

And a unicorn with a gun



In a place colored by burning sensations

Unforgettable for the brilliant attractions


butterflyunicorn butterflyunicorn

We'll bring them hot and chilly,

Until we go into the deep blue sea

Digging sheets of pillow mallows

Tickling taste buds as fast as I run

From soft to hard,

And silent to loud,

This is how you bring melody,

Always after the first,

Always like we feel the thirst

And this is how you do always start

With a romantic bliss

Hard enough to manage

Wide enough to dig


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We'll dance into the rhythm of flickering light

Anywhere we are,

As long as we feel the beat,

Right in our stare

You'll never see me

Like this before;

The last words of the French she adores…

Merely said for the first and the last time…



I peek in,

I sneak out,

Saw them playing with fire,

Burned our house

With flaring desire,

Caught me home

And took for a ride

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