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By ~Harem~ Date: 2001 May 22 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.22.12.47.22832]] |
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His voice like softened sand, as the waters rush to shore His lips are passion filled, begging for still more His eyes reflective pools, that tell me of his years Shadows of his hurt, as they flow with velvet tears His words stretch out his story, his life so filled with pain His moments of pure glory, his days of storm and rain Carried by his ego, his willful gallant stride He stands erect with graceful gest, guided by his pride His presence gives me a feeling, to hold him close and tight To kiss his lips with tenderness, to turn the wrong to right To Cradled him deep in my arms, snuggle him to my breast To wipe away all his teardrops, and give him all my best I'll take some thread and ribbon, stitch the wounds and seal I'll bind his broken heart again, to mend it and to heal My words are soothing lotion, a curing balsam lake The lanolin of love's pure touch, that will take away his ache ~ |