Your eyes are perfect little windows
That holds no lies
Filled with wantonness and fantasy
Trapped inside
The more he looks
The more he sees
The more he wants what’s captive
To be released on me
His soul whispers thoughts
And my dreams hear his call
And though I stumble
I try not to fall…
Head over hills
With no pun intended
What will become
With whom I’ve befriended?
Flirting brings a desire
Aching and wet
Will I be broken?
Or will I win this bet?
One can only imagine
What is painted so clear
Hope mine eyes
Shows no fear
This type of business
Causes a guilty pleasure
Awaiting a balance
Only time will measure
Will you forgive me
For the things I think
This endless chase
Is not for the feeble or weak
Evaluate the distance
Before you run this race
Friendship is life
And lust leaves no trace
XOXO~Evangeline JaLique~XOXO
Broken AND win that bet.
No losers here!
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THE TYPE OF BALANCE THAT FRIENDSHIP BRINGS IS ETERNAL AND THERE WILL BE TRACES IF THE FRIENDSHIP OUTWEIGHS THE LUST.
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Friendship is not something that can be quantified in mere “trace” amounts. If there, it will exist beyond the lust.
Once again…
no losers here.
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TRACES AMOUNTS MEANS THAT IT IS FOUND, THE QUANTITY IS NOT MENTIONED BECAUSE TRUE FRIENDSHIP CAN NOT BE MEASURED. TRUE FRIENDSHIP IS UNCONDITIONAL, THINGS LIKE LUST WILL ALWAYS BE SECONDARY TO FRIENDSHIP.
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I thought that was what I said.
???
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and ladies, help me out here…
Friendship is NOT UNCONDITIONAL!
Doormats are unconditional!
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we’re missing the point here…
This is an exceptionally visual inspiring poem from what I’m sure is an equally visually inspiring woman.
very well said
and I look forward to more.
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BEING A FRIEND DURING CERTAIN CONDITIONS, USUALLY AMOUNTS TO BEING FAIR-WEATHER. EVEN WHEN A STORM IS ON THE HORIZON OR PRESENT FRIENDSHIP MUST REMAIN. WHEN ONE PERSON BECOMES A DOORMAT, THERE IS ONLY FRIENDSHIP COMING FROM ONE PERSON SO THAT TYPE OF FRIENDSHIP COULD NEVER BE UNCONDITIONAL.
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