Cynthia Yildirim

Rookie (1979- / Florence, Alabama U.S.A)

My Secret Love

To my secret love, I write this poem
Who he is I shall reveal to no one
While working we met
Attraction profound
Lovers we became
He possesses,
The mind of a writer
The body of a god
The right tool to satisfy
I desire him like butter
I desire him like cream
I desire him like buttery-ice-cream
To trickle and want
To long and yearn
To melt the sheets

Submitted: Sunday, September 16, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 09, 2011


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  • Rookie Mthokozisi Ntokozo (9/22/2007 10:17:00 AM)

    Thankyou for giving us such a nice pem more especially these cristmas days.
    All of your poems comes as tthe songs. I am not trying to say stop writing them but I mean keep it up. But consider my comments very carefully.Why dont you go and found out if you can get the Bursary to be an independent singer like R Kelly.Maybe you have got the certain undiscovered talent. GOOD news for you is I will be realising the new poem in the next 10 hours. You are the first person to know that. Because you are so wonderful.So make sure that you will check MTHOKOZISI NTOKOZO with ROCK AND ROLL DREAMS COME TRUE > AFTER THE NICE POEM you is so wonderful! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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