words from the soul
Wednesday, 10 September 2014
Do unto her
When i stroke her
In the dazed glow
before the nod
I want her to feel
She is the most
Loved woman
There ever was
While I play her
Like a lyre
And breathe
Her scents,
her hair
Her skin
I feel at one
With the music
Of the spheres.
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