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The Who That He Is........
( I've finally made a concession....)
she stands upon his rock,
solid and sure,
a love unmovable
held captive by his strength,
they hold each other tightly
with all their might
lest the rain falls from the clouds
and the stars light up the sky
his love, infinite.......
…..standing in the shadows of the "who he is"
he's her everything
she wears his tattoo
deep within her sultry womb,
along the inside of her thighs
lingers a misty spray
love's sensual colors-the truth
guarded and unshared
with any other....
…..and I can only feel the fading memories, “something in the way she moves attracts me like no other lover”
he is
and her eyes illicit
a deep dream state
the memories of
his kisses burn
upon her tan breast
stoking her flame
when he's
“giving her the best that he's got”
such a strong persuader,
his perfect gift
for him and him alone
he is.......appreciated
and I am no more than pixeled words blown about like the colorful fall leaves wishing....
to be her healer,
her soul fixer,
her money maker,
her salt shaker...
the provider of that potent elixir
that keeps her going strong
when hope wavers,
tempting to stray away
strong hands to hold her
to save the day....to be who
He is....
….and love is but a dream
longing to be developed
upon a canvas, clean
a fine work of art, a total eclipse of the heart
unseen....
...just a small moon shadow
of who “he is”
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