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SHE SPEAKS TO HER BELOVED
Love me lightly my dear,
with a feather's touch.
Make me smile darlin,
not frown so damn much.
Cause my pulse to race,
at the thought of you near.
Not my soul to pace,
because your return I fear.
Add not weight,
to what my heart must bear.
Rather be the reason,
each day floats on air.
Be my whimsical candle,
on warm, playful nights.
Not a penetrating beam,
always dissecting our plight.
Baby love me easy,
with a sweet, tender caress.
In return my love,
I promise you no less.
with a feather's touch.
Make me smile darlin,
not frown so damn much.
Cause my pulse to race,
at the thought of you near.
Not my soul to pace,
because your return I fear.
Add not weight,
to what my heart must bear.
Rather be the reason,
each day floats on air.
Be my whimsical candle,
on warm, playful nights.
Not a penetrating beam,
always dissecting our plight.
Baby love me easy,
with a sweet, tender caress.
In return my love,
I promise you no less.
Published 7th Apr 2013
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