lady grace
Poems by lady grace : 30 / 184
Art of touch
the touch of your fingers
the softness of your hands
memories of the past
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lady grace
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all the lines written down is a super part of romanticism. And some parts are erotic in nature that made this piece so appealing. Am I right, my lady?
so beautiful liens, sweet poem and sweet description
cheers 10+
how I miss those days
when we both made our promises
to grow and enjoy the sweetness of companionship
with our grown up kids......
but life is cruel
you left me with bundle of memories
even the art of sands can’t help
to wipe all those marks...................
What to remember and what to forget
only you go near and beget
eyes slowly raise level and meet
head simply shake and crumble the feet
to deceive somebody is not at all art
you may prove intelligent and look smart
days may not be far when you have to part
let love grow not fast as train but as cart
memory may not be rubbed of fade
not easy to say bye and farewell bade
sand may not witness what we promised
life may reveal what actually we missed
You express emotions in words beautifully. xxx
but life is cruel
you left me with bundle of memories
even the art of sands can’t help
to wipe all those marks....
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your soul mate is weeping by reading this piece...........well done! ! ! ! ! !
with the touch- memory still lingers..and the yearning of the lost soul mate...
such a wonderful poem well expressed openly.....10
im sorry.. his lost.. this poem is good.. really good.
Touch certainly is an art, and this lovely but sad poem epitomises the art most beautifully..... thank you for sharing it....
My goodness...when my fingers dropp to your hairy chest,
allowing your busy fingers, explore every part of me
your naughty poem will give me a heart attack...
Well this part of the poem made me jump up in the air...
well done...only one thing I can argue is this line...
'even the sands of time can’t help, to wipe all those marks.'...
I felt it sould of been the sands of art....sands of time is sands that fall
from the hour glass....and you can't get it back....
Naughty poem...I love these kinds of poem
especially when they are expressed like this poetic...
cheers...10+