O thy Love whilst Last of thee for me or thy Love wilt . Her eyes Like a brown sea of stars Like a Blanket on wait no.... caresses my soul. Her fragrance while nearing and her hair beautiful in a quiet Midnight sky O how I yearn the greatest yet simple touch of sweet smooth flesh of caramel soft voice of passion O voice of loves Sweet kiss for not worry nor fear of my most deepest gift I share... Heart for thou art here Inside..............
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Author:
Skye Sweat (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2021 19:15
- Comment from author about the poem: For My Wife Lindsey
- Category: Love
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Comments1
beautiful wording,
thanks for sharing
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