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Oh, Sarah

Poetry By: tonipsycho
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Sarah, the woman I think about sometimes...


Submitted:Nov 11, 2011    Reads: 58    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Oh Sarah, the things you make me think about,

the touch of your lips I can only imagine.

The bullshit you say, I like it that way,

I know you're lying to me, but its okay.

When I dream - I dream of war, sex and violence,

you made me this way.

With your games and lies, you have kept me here like a slave.

Waiting for that day, when we shall meet again for the first time.

Like a fool, I believe what you say, come with me, lets walk away.

The way you bite your lip when you speak to me.

Though we have never spoken, I feel as if you are with me.

You drain me, you excite me, the way you give it to me.

The way you tease me, with your sexy hair,

tight dress, strong legs and high heels.

Some might say you are too old for me, but I don't care.

What do they know, they are speaking out of envy and jealousy.

I know you're the woman for me, even if your kids are as old as me.

They can never have what we have, even though we are worlds apart.

Oh Sarah, what must I do to win your attention, to have you notice me.

You give me the delusion I need,

you're the only one I see, even after these drinks.

Nothing seems to be, reality, fantasy,

the sex dream, oh Sarah, you and me.





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