Author: Justus Isaiah Richardson
How much do I love you?
Let me count the ways,
And let the world know,
Why I sing your praise.
I love the way you grab me,
When your cap is sprung.
And how you just explode,
With flavor on my tongue.
I love to press my lips,
Gently to your mouth.
And feel the way you quiver,
As you flow to the south.
I penetrate your shell,
Drink deep of what’s inside.
As we become as one,
With nothing left to hide.
And so because I love you,
And love the way you taste,
You will stay my grape soda,
And never be replaced.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Stacey (220.127.116.11) -- Tuesday, April 29 2003, 08:29 am|
cute ... (smile)
|Mark Spencer (18.104.22.168) -- Tuesday, April 29 2003, 10:38 pm|
I see you decided to write the grape soda poem you spoke about. Interesting sexual overtones you managed to weave into it.
|Leah06 (22.214.171.124) -- Tuesday, April 29 2003, 11:05 pm|
Wow, that was really good! I liked it! Nice writing!
|Brandi (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, April 29 2003, 11:20 pm|
i liked how u made grape soda like a person in its own way yet also a drink, very creative
|Elizabetta (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, April 30 2003, 01:39 am|
I see you point..:) though my you probably find my writing superficial as well...I do see your point
|Justus Isaiah Richardson (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, May 1 2003, 12:16 pm|
Yeah, this one means a lot to me.
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