## Re: Please read my poems about David/G.Andrew

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Posted by G.Andrew on April 08, 2000 at 18:35:06: In Reply to: Re: Please read my poems about David posted by Kristi on April 08, 2000 at 12:34:29:

Thanks by your kindness of apreceating my poems.I gained that ability when i became gay,and the only people that knows that im gay are you guys and my portuguese teacher(im portuguese and im at 8th year).He says I have a very special gift,and to use it into my deep desires of my hearth.And he says i write my poems just like Shakespeare.I think its nice.You may e-mail me at francisco-jose-faria@clix.pt .Can you give me your e-mail?

G.Andrew

: It's a wonderful poem, Andrew. I can tell it was written from your heart. You're a wonderful writer, and I encourage you to never stop writing. Your poems will touch many people's hearts over the years.

:
: : My book of sonnets long to time inurred,
: : The leather stiff, the pages brown with age.
: : One hundred years in patience has endured,
: : Through moths and fire my hunger to assuage.
: : For in it's content I can see defined
: : The very essence of my heart's desire.
: : A Lord of perfect visage, grace and line;
: : The One, my Jack, my Johnny, long admired.
: : For now, I share with friends it's vital best
: : Of love and beauty so divine expressed.
: : But should the day arise at heaven's bequest,
: : My Lord and I share space, and time, and breath,
: : I'll gift to him this small beloved tome,
: : And pray he loves my 'membrance as his own.

: : Never have I thought of anything more
: : than I do tonight of this moment.
: : The touch of you mouth against mine.
: : The taste of your lips.
: : The feel of your teeth
: : as you gently bite my lip.
: : But there is more than desire tonight.
: : Or maybe just in another form.
: : I can feel your need.
: : I can hear your thoughts.
: : "Join me."
: : They seem to say.
: : And I have lost all will...
: : And I say "Yes."
: : As I feel you move to the pulse
: : that pounds against my skin.
: : As if calling you.
: : Telling you itself,
: : what I have just spoken.
: : "Yes."
: : I hear the word again,
: : and wonder if my plea has passed my lips once more.
: : Or if I am only hearing the echo
: : of your own thoughts in my heart.
: : I open my eyes and stare up at the moon.
: : The glorious moon,
: : who seems to be smiling at me.
: : Welcoming me as one of her own.
: : I feel time hesitate.
: : My eyes drift close once more.
: : I am suddenly overcome
: : by the coolness of you breath against my neck
: : By the painful touch of you teeth.
: : By the sound of my own heart
: : pounding in rhythm with your own.
: : I feel a delicious weakness fall over me,
: : but somehow manage to look at you through slitted eyes.
: : You touch my face gently and whisper,
: : "Kiss me my love."
: : I do and feel warmth thread throughout my frozen body.
: : I know what you know now.
: : I feel this hunger that brought you to me.
: : And I smile at you
: : knowing that for eternity,
: : we shall share this need,
: : this desire.

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    : Thanks by your kindness of apreceating my poems.I gained that ability when i became gay,and the only people that knows that im gay are you guys and my portuguese teacher(im portuguese and im at 8th year).He says I have a very special gift,and to use it into my deep desires of my hearth.And he says i write my poems just like Shakespeare.I think its nice.You may e-mail me at   francisco-jose-faria@clix.pt   .Can you give me your e-mail?

    : G.Andrew

    : : It's a wonderful poem, Andrew. I can tell it was written from your heart. You're a wonderful writer, and I encourage you to never stop writing. Your poems will touch many people's hearts over the years.

    : :
    : : : My book of sonnets long to time inurred,
    : : : The leather stiff, the pages brown with age.
    : : : One hundred years in patience has endured,
    : : : Through moths and fire my hunger to assuage.
    : : : For in it's content I can see defined
    : : : The very essence of my heart's desire.
    : : : A Lord of perfect visage, grace and line;
    : : : The One, my Jack, my Johnny, long admired.
    : : : For now, I share with friends it's vital best
    : : : Of love and beauty so divine expressed.
    : : : But should the day arise at heaven's bequest,
    : : : My Lord and I share space, and time, and breath,
    : : : I'll gift to him this small beloved tome,
    : : : And pray he loves my 'membrance as his own.

    : : : Never have I thought of anything more
    : : : than I do tonight of this moment.
    : : : The touch of you mouth against mine.
    : : : The taste of your lips.
    : : : The feel of your teeth
    : : : as you gently bite my lip.
    : : : But there is more than desire tonight.
    : : : Or maybe just in another form.
    : : : I can feel your need.
    : : : I can hear your thoughts.
    : : : "Join me."
    : : : They seem to say.
    : : : And I have lost all will...
    : : : And I say "Yes."
    : : : As I feel you move to the pulse
    : : : that pounds against my skin.
    : : : As if calling you.
    : : : Telling you itself,
    : : : what I have just spoken.
    : : : "Yes."
    : : : I hear the word again,
    : : : and wonder if my plea has passed my lips once more.
    : : : Or if I am only hearing the echo
    : : : of your own thoughts in my heart.
    : : : I open my eyes and stare up at the moon.
    : : : The glorious moon,
    : : : who seems to be smiling at me.
    : : : Welcoming me as one of her own.
    : : : I feel time hesitate.
    : : : My eyes drift close once more.
    : : : I am suddenly overcome
    : : : by the coolness of you breath against my neck
    : : : By the painful touch of you teeth.
    : : : By the sound of my own heart
    : : : pounding in rhythm with your own.
    : : : I feel a delicious weakness fall over me,
    : : : but somehow manage to look at you through slitted eyes.
    : : : You touch my face gently and whisper,
    : : : "Kiss me my love."
    : : : I do and feel warmth thread throughout my frozen body.
    : : : I know what you know now.
    : : : I feel this hunger that brought you to me.
    : : : And I smile at you
    : : : knowing that for eternity,
    : : : we shall share this need,
    : : : this desire.

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