I would give anything.
Thu, 12 Feb 2009 at 09:24pm
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Skin warm and golden,
Hair soft, dark and sweet,
A fiery attitude and a stalky figure.
Long legs,
Striding with every step.
A smile that causes the stars to fall.
And there he is standing in my door way.
Smiling,
At me.
Waving,
At me.
And for a moment time stops,
and all I feel,
his warm wet lips,
pressed against mine.
For a moment,
I'm not scared.
For a moment,
I'm not afraid.
For a moment,
I am whole.
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It's descriptive enough, but personally, even when I write I notice there's a tendency to place an exceptionally long line right in the middle of the poem.
I know it's open, but it glares. Consider that.