There she is so beautiful in form
She leaves all in her wake, men forlorn
Her long hair, her shoulders it cascades
Those eyes a deep brown in which all fade
Her smile lights up a room so high
She makes you wanna sink, yet fly
Her voice husky, sweet and light
This your emotions you do have to fight
Her sensuality is something to observe
It’s ridiculous, so damn absurd
Under the thumb all can be
From her power, never shall any be free
She knows she’s wanted more ways than one
So much more, she smiles, so much fun
Games to play, interesting are they
Fingers in pies she likes to play
She acts coy, innocent too all
But deep down, she does stall
For trapped she is, so much at stake
Her relationships have all been fake
This she knows buried so low
In her heart, her blood it flows
She knows her search will go on still
But guilt always brings her to heel
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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