Geoff Warden - The Hunted! ! !

Drifting ever across the page
Leaving whispers such as notes
An unknown unto my land
A pagan descendant or a gem
The words spoken like honey
Drip the sweetest of promise
An' yet I am inclined to knowledge....

The hunted I have become
Yet in truth I've been before
As your rain waters with fever
Ever watchful is an eagle's eye
Honey may dripp the sweetness of tongue
and passion as a waterfall flow
your touch leaves a much desire.........

Like Romeo I shall take to poison
Unlike Baskin Robbins, I taste only one flavor..............

Geoff Warden

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