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mid-nite ramblings
by Ginette T Bellei know what i want
what i need
to fill me to the top
jostled, spilling down the side
frosty pink lemonade
sour on rough tongue
smooth, forever lasting
there is no wayward, lost thought
waiting to be tied down
there is only quiet nights
laying - breeze over sauced skin
spooned in my other half... 05/15/2004 Posted on 05/15/2004
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 05/15/04 at 07:52 AM feel very sensual..lovely read! |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/15/04 at 05:27 PM fill me up with vivid imagery... great piece... blessings... |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 05/18/04 at 12:56 AM Fantastic. Beautiful mixture of tastes, sights and stability... |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 05/18/04 at 02:59 PM quite satisfying |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 05/20/04 at 06:57 PM This is a very tangible piece. You can feel it and taste it. I wonderful use of words to stir the heart. Great read. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/08/04 at 06:35 PM Beautiful! My favorite line, "breeze over sauced skin" among the rest of the poem. I like the title because often, I've had those late night ramblings too, but never as sensual as this. Good work! |
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