DiAnne Douglass Poems

The taste still lingers on my lips
I feel it's presence there
A forbidden kiss
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Rose on the cross...
The thorns he bore for you and me
Stained red with his blood
Bloomed so beautifully...
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So much pleasure
To be gained
From a little ball
And a simple game
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Burning desire
Just dance
A need so intense
Words cannot describe
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Funny, joker, prankster
You have a natural talent
For making people laugh
Though you do not always do so intentionally
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This is the story of a kiss
Sometimes heated with passion
Leaving lovers hot and wanting more
At times gentle and sweet
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Chilled winds bite my face
Begging me to cry
Yet I shed not a tear
For fear of myself
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Can I ask you a question?
Why me?
Why choose me?
I don't try to kid myself
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Sitting in my closet, not doing any harm.
Along came Uncle Vernon and took me by the arm.
He handed me to Aunt Petunia and rang a little bell.
I was full of dread, thinking my life was going to be hell.
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Note: Very long, don't read if you don't like long poems...

The bond between us
Weakens constantly
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