Hate |
| Hate, a powerful emotion Chokes you sometimes like a snake Love, so pure, full of devotion Don't think it's a piece of cake Thought I could not ever hate you Thought you'd be forever mine With disgust I watch you breathing Fruit of hatred on the vine |
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Love |
| Sweet and creamy, warm and chilling Spicey, hot and flavorish Fresh and saucy, worn-out skin Incarnation of your secret wish A dream, a look, a tender touch Wet lips, the taste of blood on them A thorn inside your fragile heart The source of power, a precious gem |
| © January 2002, DocCovington |
Poisoned
Love & Hate
How Deep
Nocturnal Drift, Part Two
Nocturnal Drift, Part One
Remember Me
The Uncommon Loss
Sunset (a sonnet)
Vows (a silent prayer)
Sexy Thoughts
What's in a name?
Winter In My Heart
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