He comes in gently knowing where to start...
No yacht or Bentley,
Caresses at the heart...
Strums it O so gently,
Then smashes it apart.
Eats up the flesh..
Strengthens the bones...
Then put us back together without the heart of stone.
It's a joy and a wonder,
Of that I have no doubt.
Be careful what you kiss though..
The bums are out.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2024 03:26
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Comments2
Cool, Interesting write 2781
Thanks, heating up I suspect
Maybe
May gthat heart of stone now be forever soft and loving 2781.
Andy
That's my prayer Andy.
Which coincidentally rhymes with Handy. Reminded me of primary school.
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