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11/04/2002 entry: "Sweet, sweet"

I love the way you lay on me
I love the electricity,
Please let me stay
I wont look you in the eye
I wont give you away,
Today.

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That's someone else's, not mine. I just liked the way it sounded. But,... don't ask about this one, I give no answers. It just sort of happened. Poems are best when they just happen. And yes, this is my idea of a poem. Don't knock it.

Sweet and dirty, how I like it
I imagine whispering in a curious ear
And you take it all in
Cause it's what you wanted to hear.

So now I've hidden this facet away
And I will slide pieces of the labyrinth
Conceal myself and lie in wait
Sweet and dirty, how you like it;
And it'll be worth it when you find it.

Soft touch, right place
Long thoughts of the best way
Murmured love, steady gaze
I open up the labyrinth gates

Sweet and dirty, some day
If you decide you want to play.