I did this free verse poem about my gf for her. She really liked it. With her permission I posted it. What do you think? Any additions?
A Special Gift From My Special Friend
No bad moods with my special friend.
Her bright smile, her lovely laugh always give me cheer.
She always gives me laughter. Her bright mood. Her wonderful humor.
And her special gift.
Sometimes that smile narrows, those beautiful blue eyes twinkle.
Playful. Mischievous.
And she gives me her gift.
Her long slender fingers begin their dance. The dance of laughter.
My belly becomes their ballroom and they skip and dance and spin. And she brings me a gift of smiles and chuckles and merriment.
My shirt slips away and ther dancers frolic over my skin. Goosebumps and shivers of delight. And my laughter flows.
A single dancer pirouettes in my navel. I show my appreciation as laughter pours like a river, her gift for me.
It is wonderful.
Her dancers become diggers and press deep into my abs. And laughter no longer bubbles but gushes, heaving from deep in my belly.
Now a moment of intensity. I struggle. My lungs give and give of air until my voice grows quiet.
She brings me to the edge but never lets me fall. She draws out my laughter, perhaps my gift to her, until I have no energy left to give it.
I lay exhausted, sore. Limp. The ride is over.
And she looks into my eyes.
Those eyes.
In those eyes so much love. How did I deserve a girl who cares for me like she does.
I touch her cheek and draw her down. To kiss her. To thank her.
For her special gift.
I know it doesn't rhyme. I wouldn't ever make a poet there. But it expresses my feelings. She really like it. Hope you do too. We hope this inspires couples with love and laughter.
A Special Gift From My Special Friend
No bad moods with my special friend.
Her bright smile, her lovely laugh always give me cheer.
She always gives me laughter. Her bright mood. Her wonderful humor.
And her special gift.
Sometimes that smile narrows, those beautiful blue eyes twinkle.
Playful. Mischievous.
And she gives me her gift.
Her long slender fingers begin their dance. The dance of laughter.
My belly becomes their ballroom and they skip and dance and spin. And she brings me a gift of smiles and chuckles and merriment.
My shirt slips away and ther dancers frolic over my skin. Goosebumps and shivers of delight. And my laughter flows.
A single dancer pirouettes in my navel. I show my appreciation as laughter pours like a river, her gift for me.
It is wonderful.
Her dancers become diggers and press deep into my abs. And laughter no longer bubbles but gushes, heaving from deep in my belly.
Now a moment of intensity. I struggle. My lungs give and give of air until my voice grows quiet.
She brings me to the edge but never lets me fall. She draws out my laughter, perhaps my gift to her, until I have no energy left to give it.
I lay exhausted, sore. Limp. The ride is over.
And she looks into my eyes.
Those eyes.
In those eyes so much love. How did I deserve a girl who cares for me like she does.
I touch her cheek and draw her down. To kiss her. To thank her.
For her special gift.
I know it doesn't rhyme. I wouldn't ever make a poet there. But it expresses my feelings. She really like it. Hope you do too. We hope this inspires couples with love and laughter.
