gritting my teeth running uphill <br />getting away from sharp stubbles <br />i reach top; it’s all bermuda pads <br />i sit down to take rest; i’m please <br />i even forgot your fingernails <br />but not your cute wooden clogs <br /> <br />here you straddled me; i’m concealed <br />like you’re silhouette of a watchdog <br />rocking your head in middle of sheeps <br />grazing peacefully on daffodil’s field <br />until one decided to chew on my hair <br />i pulled her wool and i created scare <br /> <br />your whole nakedness is in full view <br />but your eyes close so you never knew <br />i pat your hips trying to let you know <br />you didn’t mind, i can’t stop but ooohh! <br />you’re wonderful; you rock my soul <br />i pulled you down and let things cool <br /> <br />bug <br />i follow deep(ay! paludip) <br />into my skin <br />soaring to heaven.<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soaring-to-heaven/
