make time for love
spastic
frantic
running like it's chopped off.
too much
not enough
time, sand through a clenched hand.
an act of will
to layback, real still
and remember what beauty is.
a turn of hair,
the soft waking stare,
and that silly woman's gawdamn flair!
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I second that emotion
I see why OV rides fast. He has to keep a step ahead of all the ladies chasing him down because of the chiseled calfs and schmoopy, love poems. How can the ladies resist?
This poem is like a glass of fine merlot followed by a Boone's Farm chaser.
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