Eagle Stream ParkA Poem by Alexander W. QuinnA slightly naughty piece about that special park in every town where young lovers go...Eagle Stream Park
Smile like you mean it bringing flowers from the earth, couldn’t hurt, Don’t you think our lives were meant for playing games by dark, playing games that lovers play? You play by different rules. Take my hand and play this set and always listen true, Have you heard the whispers true When entering Eagle Stream Park?
Laughing hearty this could be something special you just see, take my hand and walk with me behind the tennis courts. Never knowings always fine just don’t linger on the path, make a stand! Captured heart playing games best played by dark, Have you heard the whispers true When entering Eagle Stream Park?
The crucifix cannot fix how you’re living in the mirror. Cast aside your virgin eyes and take my hand, come play a while. Always flinching backwards inching haven’t you run long enough? Have you heard the whispers true When entering Eagle Stream Park?
Could it be that you arrest, you detest, something deep inside that hides ever burning in-between your legs that never see uncrossed, with mocha latte hotness creeping down down to the merry-go-round playing games best played by dark? Have you heard the whispers true When entering Eagle Stream Park?
Give me reasons every season don’t you ever find the faith to lay your words aside? Verse and scriptures constant fixtures but you can not set the rules. The games we’d play couldn’t stay when placed by holy lies, (priests can know the fun as well when playing games best played by dark), Have you heard the whispers true When entering Eagle Stream Park?
Live a life against aggression your succession needn’t be a legacy so dry. Take my hand and run a while tumble wild in the breeze, if the wind’s coy fingers find your skirt a drift so let it be. Don’t deny the carnal burning, my heart’s churning take my hand. Have you heard the whispers true When entering Eagle Stream Park?
What commitment are you bearing with the beads between your breast? Where Mardi Gras meets Rosary you tease and play the game so well, so cast aside the last shrew doubts and live and laugh and play, going down on me, down on you, down down by the merry-go-round playing games best played by dark. Have you heard the whispers true When entering Eagle Stream Park?
Boulder holder to the branches but your panties are in a knot, couldn’t hold too long to having fun cause virtue’s found it’s mark. Leave me standing in the bushes always longing, pining in the pines. Can’t you ever cast aside your doubts and leave your dogma to the dogs? Sunday kneeling in the morning oh so better in the park playing games best played by dark. Have you heard the whispers true When entering Eagle Stream Park?
Teaseful prud leave me blue while you head back to your home. Smiling sweetly for your mother, come on brother, give me a break! Your skirts on backward and you haven’t a clue, but she’s knowing and she’s seething so your dogma’s done no good. With no details she’s assuming you were playing in the dark, playing carnal naked games best always played by dark. Have you heard the whispers true When entering Eagle Stream Park?
Shrug and curtsey take a bow they can not prove a thing. Your deception my rejection: you’re not playing by the rules. God’s still seeing what your doing and your mother’s seen the signs, signs that you were playing games best played in the dark. No one’s happy with this screwing, (screwing up the game cause if your screwing was my screwing I’d shout hip hip hooray!) Have you heard the whispers true When entering Eagle Stream Park?
Chose a side if you’re playing are you staying? Pick a team! Be on mine and we’ll set new rules, find a way to compromise. The games we could play, (best played in the dark), could shed some light on why they whisper whisper true whisper long whispers words of lust and love and the life that’s in-between. Have you heard the whispers true When entering Eagle Stream Park? © 2008 Alexander W. QuinnAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on February 5, 2008 Last Updated on February 24, 2008 AuthorAlexander W. QuinnCorneria, CanadaAboutEverything and nothing. That's what you'll find here, my friends! Poetry, stories and a novella or two. If you want to know more, visit me at the sites below: Myspace www.myspace.com/awquinn www.m.. more..Writing
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