a little OTT I'm afraid
I am out of control, a force of nature,
the unstoppable essence of the earth, surges
through my bloodstream and screams.
I am the soil that slips through your fingers,
the water that curls and refreshes you,
nourishing even the sickliest of flowers
just to bloom and startle birds from trees
so that they fly in a roaring crescendo.
I was fashioned by mother nature herself
she carved for me a niche to flourish,
to fascinate and feast upon, I am
an entity that pulsates with love
and in your eyes, I could never be
more beautiful, for I am real and here
thrusting myself wholeheartedly
and without timidity into this embrace.
When I kiss you all the wildness of me
transposes itself, encompasses us.
This was ordained from the very breath
of a breeze that keeps us eternally
searching for that one true love,
the love that I have, the love of you.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2008-05-30 at 11:14
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Unstoppable
With every inch of me I live to love you.I am out of control, a force of nature,
the unstoppable essence of the earth, surges
through my bloodstream and screams.
I am the soil that slips through your fingers,
the water that curls and refreshes you,
nourishing even the sickliest of flowers
just to bloom and startle birds from trees
so that they fly in a roaring crescendo.
I was fashioned by mother nature herself
she carved for me a niche to flourish,
to fascinate and feast upon, I am
an entity that pulsates with love
and in your eyes, I could never be
more beautiful, for I am real and here
thrusting myself wholeheartedly
and without timidity into this embrace.
When I kiss you all the wildness of me
transposes itself, encompasses us.
This was ordained from the very breath
of a breeze that keeps us eternally
searching for that one true love,
the love that I have, the love of you.
Poetry by Elle
Read 527 times
Written on 2008-05-30 at 11:14
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