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By ~Harem~ Date: 2001 Aug 31 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.31.10.48.3604]] |
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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 walks erect with graceful gait, 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 I want to Cradled him in my arms, snuggle him to my breast Wipe away 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 ~ |