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IT'S MY POETRY LIFE
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Angel's wing p7 of 7 the end

01/13/2011

Angel's wing part 7
By Jonathan

Walking hand and hand to the other side of the city
He looks handsome, she looks pretty
He does not know where she wants to go
She wants to introduce him to a new show
Walking down the street, crossing the city’s limits
He’s in a new surrounding, he skims it
Passing by a fire and police station
A barbeque on someone’s reservation
Children playing in a pool
This is all new to him, it looks so cool

He looks over at her
She looks so sure
They turn the corner and sits in front of them, the ocean’s shore

All the years he grew up in the next town over
No one ever told him, not even papa who was a soldier
A mix of feelings washes over him
It really doesn’t matter if he’s never been

The sky is getting darker,
the air is getting colder
He takes off his suit jacket and like a true gentleman, puts it around her shoulders
Cuddling up, putting his arm around her
she puts her head on his shoulder

They feel so warm in each others embrace
He smells her perfume, she smells so great
Tracing her body
He wonders how he ended up with a hottie
He hears a soft moan
Wishes they were alone

What came next he would never want to miss
Turning his head, she gave him a romantic kiss
Fireworks went off in his head
His heart was racing, his face was a shade of red
Pressing her body into him
Not caring if it is a sin
Her body is floating on the ninth cloud
Her heart beats very loud
Her body gets a bit wet
She tries to keep her lust in check
As she breaks the kiss

The sun shines just over the water’s edge
Holding each other, sitting on the ledge
Nothing is needed to be said

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Awww. I want more of this. You should turn this lengthy poem into a novel.

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