Hershe Moore

Stop and smell the roses,
taste the nectar of sweet.
Peel back the petals,
tickle your feet!
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Love is...
That gentle breeze in the air
The essence of you stroking my hair
Similar to the texture of a rose
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The curtains pull in her scent as it lures me from my bed,
perched in my windowsill
curiosity embraces me on the edge...
What's her name?
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His kisses pollinate my breast...
against his chest, heaving
breathing in his essence
His presence is demanded by my lips,
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I wanna go to the place where lovers go...
Where butterflies rest easy on summer peaches,
beyond existence your hand reaches...
you touched me,
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Traveling the curves in my waist,
I paved the road he takes with honey,
letting his fingers trace their way upon two ripe melons,
He's in place...
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No thankyou,
No taste for lies, deceit, trickery or despise.
I'm full of backstabbers,
waving their daggers,
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Where do the children play?
Amongst the bottle tops and amidst the unseen
Where the concrete has no mercy,
and the crevices swallow them in.
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I ain't afraid to face what awaits me out there,
No, not the fingerpointing nor the taunting or the stares,
I tilt my head and bow and curtsy to the outside,
Since it couldn't steal my joy,
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Goodbye Jones,
Sweet, lil' Jones....

But do you gotta take with you that feeling in my bones?
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Yesterday I took a long walk with me,
Had a talk and come to find out we were so unhappy,
Asked eachother'Why? '
Looked one another in the eye,
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You won't find me in the shadows,
I'm searching for the street lights!
Bright!
Fast cars, money...
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In passing,
perfection!
Tall in stature and easy on the eyes,
Neatly groomed,
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Greet me with the imprint of passion,
Meet me on the desolate shores
of ecstasy reformed...
Anew!
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These two,
This pair...

Demanding your attention,
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I don't need any witnesses so would you
Please close the door behind you,
The lights too bright,
I need em' dimmed,
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Met him on a cloudy Sunday morning,
thunder clappin with the sizzle of the bacon,
People reacting to the news from the night befo',
waitresses bumping and tossing orders to the man,
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When you didn't see me in your corner,
I was by your side.
When you couldn't feel my arms around you,
I kept you in mine.
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Sometimes...
it's not a stranger at all,
The violator... perpetrator,
He's on the prowl!
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It ain't nobody,
probably the chick up the way...
let me go through my cupboards
see what I can loan her today
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