It Never Gets Old
By Dynamaso
Fri, 27 May 2011
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The way you tease
then smile away my hurt.
The thrill I feel
when you start to flirt.
The way you laugh
at my stupid humour.
Your lack of tolerance
for gossip and rumour.
The taste of peaches
on your apricot lips.
A ghostly touch
of your finger tips.
The way you scream
when I give you a fright.
Those glances you give
that make me feel tight.
I could never give you up;
this world would grow cold.
And while we age every single day,
what we have never gets old.
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Hi Mark, Just caught up with
Hi Mark, Just caught up with your latest. Particularly like this one. I don't know how you manage to write so many good pieces. Great stuff, keep at it.
Steve
SteveM
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hi mark, loved this
hi mark, loved this bit...
"The taste of peaches
on your apricot lips."
thanks
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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Lovely poem Mark- so
Lovely poem Mark- so romantic.
small typo- last line get without the s
atb
;)Pia
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I really like this dynamaso.
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I really like this dynamaso. In the final line, you'll either have to delete "will" or the "s" off the end of gets
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A lovely poem, lyrical and
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A lovely poem, lyrical and romantic.
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