Sparkled_you
08-26-2007, 08:57 AM
Hi, if anyone would like to read these and tell me if I need to give up right now please do! When you create something of your own, you sometimes can't see if it's really actually rubbish or good.
Sparkles A La Mode
I’m a dirty little camouflaged girl,
With my baby blue eyes and my kinky little kiss curl,
Hidden away from all those you know,
A right regular Jon Doe.
I’m the woman you phone,
The common species definitely home grown,
When your bloods boiling and your minds dark,
I’ll be your personal amusement park.
I’m not like the women you normally date,
I’m certainly not a soul mate,
No perfumed high heeled jezebel,
I’m no hard sell.
But I’m here when you need me,
I’m not volatile like TNT.
I’ll absorb not explode,
In Sparkles A la Mode.
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The Masqurade Dance
He asked her to dance,
In this game of chance,
Chess pieces on the dance floor,
Advancing in the love and hate war.
This dance, this masquerade,
The love war slave trade,
Where she knew she’d lose,
She had no choice, she couldn’t choose.
His dancing out witted her,
His moves like chocolate liqueur,
Swift and deft,
She crept out stage left.
Lonesome once more,
No more dances, she swore,
But as she walked away,
Her hips began to sway.
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The New Pandora’s Box
I’m a midnight cowboy,
The real McCoy.
I walk the darkened streets,
Just don’t ask me for receipts.
I’m here for your pleasure,
For thirty minutes I’m your treasure.
I can take you to satisfaction,
I’m easy with direct action.
You’ll walk away and smile,
And be happy, but after a while,
You’ll wonder where is she?
Her, as mysterious as the Black Sea.
Your **** will twitch,
Wanting the one with the ignition switch,
She who turned you on,
Was now gone, gone, gone.
Last anyone heard,
Was that something strange occurred.
Stopped her plying her trade,
The farcical serenade.
So out with the blonde,
With whom now do we correspond?
Why the silver haired fox,
She’s the new Pandora’s Box.
Sparkles A La Mode
I’m a dirty little camouflaged girl,
With my baby blue eyes and my kinky little kiss curl,
Hidden away from all those you know,
A right regular Jon Doe.
I’m the woman you phone,
The common species definitely home grown,
When your bloods boiling and your minds dark,
I’ll be your personal amusement park.
I’m not like the women you normally date,
I’m certainly not a soul mate,
No perfumed high heeled jezebel,
I’m no hard sell.
But I’m here when you need me,
I’m not volatile like TNT.
I’ll absorb not explode,
In Sparkles A la Mode.
-----------------------------------
The Masqurade Dance
He asked her to dance,
In this game of chance,
Chess pieces on the dance floor,
Advancing in the love and hate war.
This dance, this masquerade,
The love war slave trade,
Where she knew she’d lose,
She had no choice, she couldn’t choose.
His dancing out witted her,
His moves like chocolate liqueur,
Swift and deft,
She crept out stage left.
Lonesome once more,
No more dances, she swore,
But as she walked away,
Her hips began to sway.
-------------------------------
The New Pandora’s Box
I’m a midnight cowboy,
The real McCoy.
I walk the darkened streets,
Just don’t ask me for receipts.
I’m here for your pleasure,
For thirty minutes I’m your treasure.
I can take you to satisfaction,
I’m easy with direct action.
You’ll walk away and smile,
And be happy, but after a while,
You’ll wonder where is she?
Her, as mysterious as the Black Sea.
Your **** will twitch,
Wanting the one with the ignition switch,
She who turned you on,
Was now gone, gone, gone.
Last anyone heard,
Was that something strange occurred.
Stopped her plying her trade,
The farcical serenade.
So out with the blonde,
With whom now do we correspond?
Why the silver haired fox,
She’s the new Pandora’s Box.