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Matthew English Poems
Can I kiss you on the lips Can I feel you from the hips. Can I peel off all your clothes Can I touch you from your head to your toes.
As you disappear into the distance I can’t help but close my eyes, as you dissipate into the wind, the same current that blows the tears from my face I reach into the distance; that grows larger every second that goes by, evaporating into the mist that clouds over our fate.
Is gender the question, For what does it matter? To love is of spirit and mind, not of petty labels set by the creator
Fragility is; the smash of a glass, a fallen vase, the collision of two cars,
Plastic, artificial, disposable, replaceable, empty and shallow. The music we worship
Modern life is just a lie, a deception so successful due to the spoon-fed youth of today and yesterday. Leaders that feed on our gullibility.
A brief moment of happiness is; the gaze in your eyes, the warmth i feel from your gentle touch, my hands in your hands
I give all i can, but there’s nothing for me to take. Nothing in life is one sided, but how can this be compared with love when flat is two dimensional.
Laughter fills the room, like the sound of music painting the walls, filling our minds all persons content.
I gaze over to you, in your direction- see your face shining in the sunlight like an angel, sparkling eyes with flowing hair. Drawn to your beauty-full mind
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Your image fills me with happiness like a new chapter in a story, our story. Flicking through the pages to see what’s in store, although it just makes me want you- more and more.
Gazing through the glass panes of a window across the frost stained fields a ‘yonder like, a freshly powder christmas cake- the metaphor of a seasons harvest of berries and warmth in our hearts.
Folk uplifts ones mind and soul with the simple melodies, musical poetry. From the acoustics to the banjo twang and earthy bass coupled with voice and strings.
Please, please, please, let me get what i want- to hold you in my arms and feel your warm breath on my neck. Gaze into your eyes and lose myself
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Can I kiss you on the lips
Can I feel you from the hips.
Can I peel off all your clothes
Can I touch you from your head to your toes.
Can I dominate you from above
Can I be enslaved from below.
Can I arouse you from your breasts
Can I taste all the rest.
Can I penetrate your void so wet
Can I thrust faster if you’ll let.
Can I moan and
Can I groan.
Can I defoul you beyond measure and
Can I shower you in ecstatic pleasure.
Can I leave you as a lover
Can I regard you like no other.
Can I call you my one and only true love
Can you be my angel