Cory Davison Poems

God…………… is in the rain, and with in his power we found each other. We stood there…… drenched. Soaking with every touch of you. I wanted to stand in your essence that beautiful out of this universe essence that makes me fall down to me knees and look up at you and be….. Be….. Satisfied that

Love is here in my hind site and it is a site of wonder and words beyond my own comprehension. That is the essence that I wanted to stand in and never ever come out from. She felt it….. I felt it…. Everyone around us felt it. As a matter of fact when we walked by people the got high of the magnitude of
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If beautiful was a name, it would be yours. Ever time I hear it and when it repeats in my mind. I loose all sense of control and can't help but to visualize myself being with you, and maybe one day me and you can share a last name, and so much more. Love, a beautiful life, and happiness and more than I think that we

could ever imagine. I feel like a whole new world of possibilities has opened up when im together with you. It's kind of hard to approach you, cause right now at this moment I don't know what you see me as. Mostly likely as a friend which is good cause at this point I consider our friendship to be a blessing from God
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Since you won't give me closure, I've decided to close it myself. Closure a word that has no meaning to you what so ever. You come into my life right when I need you. Just when I had given up hope that there were no good women in the world that meet the things I look for in a shorty, but here you come and smash my hopes all to

pieces just like the rest of the women in my past. You get my hopes up for something real, something beautiful, something that I probably never experience before in my life. You didn't do that you just disappointed me with no explanation at all. I wrote my best poem that I ever wrote to someone and you never told me
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Am I doomed to fail?

Is my life so far meaningless?
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I miss your angelic enchanting sweet sounding voice. It gave me chills and cause nervousness in my spirit which I just loved. It brought a smile to my face. Thinking about your voice makes me think back to those days of wonderful conversations. I remember you called me & wished me a happy birthday, and
You were the first person to call me and say it. I miss that, but most of all I miss you. I miss looking into your eyes. I miss the smell of your perfume. I miss your caressing touch. I miss the taste of your sweet sexy kiss in my lips mmm. I un doubly and most defiantly miss your angel of a voice. It was just lovely passing through my
eyes on the phone and, in person and when you told me a secret and gently and softly whispered in my ear. Wow I almost lost it in a great magically way it's so hard to describe. It meant the world to me just when you called me and when you said my name. I love the way it sounds coming from you mouth. Oh my goodness
I am jonesing bad. I know it, but I can't help it. I just have all these questions in my head that won't go away like will I ever…. talk to you again? Will I ever touch you again and hold you in a tight embrace once again? Look into those eyes that every time I look in them I get lost in them because there so… just so you?
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