she
the essence of the night
placing urgent in my desire
oh to be
home where love awaits
jealous of the time
escaping
keeping me from her arms
her legs, her mischief
joint delight
exhausted in the night
lost in the knotted bond
shared with me
bewitched
bothered and bewildered
am I
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I only know 'she who must be obeyed', her who I married, KP!
I will leave you all (hot and?) bothered then. Glad someone seems to be having fun!
I would be too - ah memories - must get out the manual and remind myself.
Homeward bound to where the enchantress eclipses the enchantment. The dream of one trapped in separation, longing for the contentment of home. Whether, real, memory, or just wishes, you have captured the angst beautifully. A joy to read. - Phil A.
Super write d a, may those dreams come true.
Andy
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