*** poem

touching her finger to the anticipatory pearl
then touching
her finger
to her lips ....
at her neck the fluent gold ....
lost within the night her night ....
hushed against his skin, her skin ....
her fluent flesh

here im back..... reply guys

 

@ rongbazz - think you should develop some other hobbies , poems , not for u !!!

 

Whoa.. wat was the inspiration, eh????

 

:giveup: if u need the chords lemme know :giveup:

 

I did not understand a thing. Anyway i don't want to make u unhappy, it was good. But, not my style. nice try.