Marcquiese Burrell

Rookie - 205 Points (2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

La Fontaine Bleue - Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Alone at the table
Just wouldn't be able
to move quick enough to see
the touch on my neck so passionately
Sent a chill down my spine
A voice calls out my hand to dance
and I would softly decline
smiling at having the chance
to be the first one
to be the only one
thought of enough to spend the moment
to end this night in loves enjoyment


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013


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