if
i were there i wouldn’t care
about the lack of time
i
have to hold you in my arms
in moments so sublime
your
hair is red; your hair’s been black
your hair was often blonde
no
matter what the color is
i always will respond
where
skin and breasts will find no rest
within eyes that linger
where
touching you is my behest
with each and every finger
and
better days are here to stay
within my stay with you
where
you alone become enthroned
a goddess in my view
your
soft full lips i’m not equipped
to
quench my thirst with just one sip
your
open arms and tender charms
have brought me to a place of harm
where
i’m imprisoned with a key
i
toss away to never leave
the
confines of your curves and lines
where
i seek nothing else as mine
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