http://slow.writerscafe.org/sttocs1202 The original writings of author Stephanie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776201056 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When the sun goes downAnd you are not aroundI don't smile, only frownWaiting to hear your voice, your soundBut then the moon goes upI begin to strutThinking about your sexy buttImagine our fingers lacedThe moment I get to smell, to tasteWhat is far beyond outer spaceIn my stomach is a butterfly race.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttocs1202/1036267/ Drums begin to vibrate the soul,Feels like thunder enrapturing your bones.Melting your essence into a pool of color tonesCreating movements that cannot be controlled,Like a puppet, yet with no strings, how to explain?Freeing the thoughts of everything saneAppearing on a stage, spotlight and fameDark.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttocs1202/1036263/ Meditation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttocs1202/1036257/ Mine yet again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttocs1202/1035856/ Mine...my boyfriend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttocs1202/1035852/ Ever read the book "Celestine Prophecy" by James Redfield? It is my bible, and I'm not even religious. This poem was inspired by this book, as well as the love I have for my boyfriend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttocs1202/1035846/ A bit of heartache from the absence of his words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttocs1202/1035842/