(November 20, 2019 at 10:47 am)AtlasS33 Wrote: Warm as a love poem she greeted me
Straight up and magnificent she contained me
With a kiss followed by a hug
So warm it regenerated my luck
Her enthusiasm made me stuck
Loving and caring she let the worse pass
She kissed the ghosts out
Made me wish for the soil under her feet
Her bed sheets her pillow
Her warm smile her morning hello
I have to admit, this is one of your better submissions.
But dude, seriously, hormones are a cluster fuck.
I know exactly what you felt in typing this poem.
Ann McCarthy was a cheerleader in my youth that I pined after, chased and was ultimately rejected by.
But I do get it. You see someone you are attracted to, and hope that they feel the same way. Realty isn't like that.