To my best friend.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
I live for you to put your lips on mine and breathe.
Breathe into my loving mouth the delightfulness which is from your own.
Take this air of mine and put it into yourself.
Give to me your inner heaven of rolling, tumbling skies.
You place me in exquisite flames of grandeur when near you.
Together we breathe.
Cannot all time be ours?
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Comments

  • That is a lovely ode to the bong, Chadwick. ;)

    J/K.. lovely poem. :)
    'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'

    - the great Sir Leo Harrison
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