Jenny

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Entice




Treasures shine
pleasures lure
senses trust
promises keep
pressures mount
thoughts linger
lovers know
time allows
all that will be

1 comment:

  1. You're cool. Whetha you wanna believe me or not, 1-outta-1 croaks: while our body rots in the grave, our indelible soul rises-up to be Judged. Why don’t you follow us Home, Heaven Above? We’ll have a BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy celebrating our resurrection for many eons, then, excuse me. Gotta do the hoochy-koo fo‘eva, Bay-Bee. And that's the way UH-HUH, UH-HUH I like it. Heaven. Totally rocks. God bless you. _thewarningsecondcoming.com_

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