Blast from the Past

I was clearing the drafts of notes that I have on Facebook when I ran across a poem. Wow. We were pulling a prank on one of the older kids but looking back, it may not have been such a good idea. The message that we were sending out as good Christians totally was totally countered when we pulled this prank. On the other side though, I practiced my handwriting and learned how to make origami hearts because of it. But still, it wasn't good nor was it right for us to do the prank... Here's the poem:


Your eyes are the prize
You need to realize they hold no lies
I try to fantasize what you hold inside
As I come around we look up and around
See that no one is to be found
So I slide back around and lower you down to the ground
My fingers are screening through your hair
Gentle whispers are streaming through the air
I hold your hips dreaming without a care
Seeking the meaning of what love is
Weakening and weakening after each kiss
Flirting and kissing trying to get to those lips
You come to me as I let you in with ease
Baby go crazy, live out your fantasy
We’re constantly staring away from reality