Talking about Poetry Part 3
Sweetness
I cherish you with all my soul
A precious treasure that makes me whole
A pureness so sweet it tastes like sugar & cream
My whole body yearns for your passion and steam
Blessed by the heavens when you did arrive
Each moment we share I feel so alive
Yearning to spend the rest of my life in your arms
Completely satisfied by your irresistible charms
A passionate romance beyond the utmost compare
Explicit and true we have style and flare
Sensational emotions we endure with one another
Bonding in bliss you make an extravagant lover
Our relationship grows making each moment better than the last
An unremarkable pair that the fates chose to cast
One day we may die but our love will never
Eternity will allow us to reunite with our endeavours.
2002 Copyright Kyna Gaboriault
Mo The Ho!
There once was a lady named Little Mo Tweak.
Who stayed awake at least 4 nights a week!?!
Although she suffered from sleep depravation.
She still thought she had a logical conversation!?!
Endless sketching like this can become quite a task.
Not to mention the "sum" of the bill she did rack.
Her debts were large, had no way to pay.
So she sucked off the cook erasing her bill with a good lay.
Always awake, slept every fifth day.
Confronted by her sluttish ness she didn't know what to say.
Sleeping around and blabbing her beak.
The dope whore tramp what a scandalous freak!
Prowling towards her on a mission gack attack.
Kicked out of the jib scene never wanted back!
There once was a lady named Mo.
She slept with the crew spreading her legs like a ho.
She never got far by flaunting her fat ass and big rack.
Shot down right away. Changed her drug of choice to crack.
Mo was a ho who slept with all the perverts for dope in the sack.
Did one too many drugs. A personality was what she did lack.
Awake for 4 days straight. Where ever she went she was late.
Sleep depravation made her severely ill.
Sketching over nothing had more than her fill.
Overdosed dead on the floor. She could no longer bug them anymore.
Mo the ho died on the spot. Left there to lay, Stayed there to wrought!
2002 Copyright Kyna Gaboriault
Over Time
Time moves on, as we grow older
At moments it seems life gets colder
We loose many friends but we also gain
Treacherous times full of unbearable pain
As the days pass so does all the torment
Things seem to change to a certain extent
We learn to forgive but we never forget
Try and move beyond the situation of threat
When happiness sheds a beautiful light
All has gone good and all is all right
Those are the sacred moments we cherish
The sentimental memories that should never perish
Life will keep growing as each day passes
Full of hope for the future as time surpasses
2002 Copyright Kyna Gaboriault
In the midst of Paradise and Ecstasy
Sweet and simple temptations
Intertwined with irresistible sensations
My mouth is watering in delight
Blessed by delicious tasteful insight
No boundaries or walls to our limitations
Exceeding beyond all great expectations
Heavenly visions shining above us that soar
Passion eluding lioness creatures that roar
A rare existence we grasp in our hands
Behold the essence of beauty inside these lands
A sight full of wonders without any demands
Only requiring us to cherish our own commands
A harmonized atmosphere that must persist
Entering Nirvana who could resist
Calm, peaceful surroundings of bliss
Overwhelming emotions I can not dismiss
Spectacular, divine creations galore
True dedication, opening the door
A mystical Paradise, never seen before
Rupturing his ecstasy, yearning for more
Weakened by lust that burns inside of my soul
Strengthened by power that makes me whole
Helpless to all his stunning hypnotic ways
Craving intense nights and heart felt days
My heart contains many feelings I must condole
Long to be rid myself of torment to reach my goal
Escaping reality to our special place
Dying to unravel what we shall face
Experiences of fond encounters we share
Remarkable relations impossible to compare
Floating to another dimension if we should dare
Spending hours upon hours in your eyes as I stare
Discovering each one of our fantasies
Fulfilling them beyond all capacities
Establishing a sacred friendship we begin to grow
Learning about one another and all there is to know
Every second, each minute I just go with the flow
Time surpasses unsteadily, nor fast, nor slow
Un-tampered memories that we hold dear
Our future becomes very vivid and clear
Excluding our past it will disappear
Ultimate happiness approaches near!
2002 Copyright Kyna Gaboriault
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