With painted lips
I taste your being
With delicate hands
I feel you grow
With open eyes
I admire your desire
Hold me
Love me
Never let me go
For my heart is but
Porcelain
In your hold
With painted lips
I taste your being
With delicate hands
I feel you grow
With open eyes
I admire your desire
Hold me
Love me
Never let me go
For my heart is but
Porcelain
In your hold
Poems and Petals 
A man’s heart slowly melts
Yet his whole being is hardened
Longing for that moment
When souls intertwined
Ecstasy!
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Wow, this is awesome Ompong! Thank you, I love it! 🙂
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Poems could often make someone to look at what they say so vividly…
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😊
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This is lovely, so very pretty and the picture with it is perfect. I love your description of the heart as ‘porcelain’ it’s an excellent word for something so fragile. Also the line about the ‘painted lips’ is wonderful, it makes you look at the girls lips in the picture. Fantastic!
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Thank you for these comments Mandi, I first started off with porcelain lips (like the title), but then changed to painted lips and brought in porcelain for the heart, so really appreciate your thoughts! 🙂
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Wow, Vonita, very sensual but soulful at the same time!
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Don’t even know where this popped out from Erika, I saw the image,started typing and ended up with this!
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Totally intuitive…. 😉
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Very very very very beautiful.
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Thank you John! You are very kind 😊
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You are very graciously welcome, Vonita.
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Very lovely!
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Thank you, Lynz!
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Your words simmer like a spicy sauce on the stovetop, Vonita.
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Thanks Mark!
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heart touching…you write very well.
regards
http://yourwellwisherprogram.wordpress.com
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You are very kind, thank you! 🙂
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