by Derek Clark
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| Piotr Siedlecki Flamed Heart |
I bring what I love
Stop, reverse that!
Love I What Bring I
Loving I, me, the essence of all that has been created while embracing the world through eyes that gained empathy, and guided tutelage from a deaf mother
Love I What Bring I, 150% of these six senses since she lacked one. Endless valued lesson in, "do unto others, as you would do unto yourself." Though it may not be reciprocated, Karma keeps record of efforts I Bring
Love I What Bring I: great or small, fat and thin, female and male, adult or child, gay, straight, bi-sexual, bi-curious, or tri-sexual too right winged, left winged, even the independent
Love I What Bring I, this multifaceted craft of dance and song as a Pied Piper stirring emotions in the audience, tugging heart strings aroused their infectious applause
Love I What Bring I, and this palate laps the succulent flavors of varied nationalities, textured complexions, their cultured habits and traditions
I Bring, "le freak," "le strange:" in adoration and love to her soft sultry curves, sassy seductive feminine wilds; too erotic euphoria as cock-held boyhood foolishness, is masked by falsified rough exterior seeped deep into his thick bravado
Love I What Bring I, entering a city block, room, or conversation: my "joie de vivre," or jovial humorous disposition, charmingly handsome, self-assured-reassurance, bravery, pride, intellectual intelligence, spiritually grounded, and religious by nature bravado. Ignites intimidation of these: envious, jealous oh so ignorant, self doubting and self absorbed, simple minded babbling buffoons; as their hostel polluted whispers spewed from uneducated and gawked jawed lips fumbling for a retort in during their tantrum.
Love I What Bring I, as the life of the party and common sense in turbulence
Love has no choice nestled and imprisoned to my core
What I Bring is me, and what I Bring is Love
Come sample the nectar of my "I" in full bloom
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