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Some Day
My hands ache my heart is free I sit at this window waiting for a lover to come to me
Beneath my tattered gown is a form longing to be touched by his storm
Lay me on the ground until my body aches let love be what him and I make
So close beside him breathless and still we lay together having our fill
What beauty and grace we are as one some day my lover will come
Beneath my tattered gown is a form longing to be touched by his storm
Lay me on the ground until my body aches let love be what him and I make
So close beside him breathless and still we lay together having our fill
What beauty and grace we are as one some day my lover will come
Published 29th Jan 2016
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Anonymous
29th Jan 2016 11:36pm
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30th Jan 2016 1:05am
30th Jan 2016 4:02am
I can picture you sitting at the window
watching the road, Tommie.
sweet poetry...
watching the road, Tommie.
sweet poetry...
30th Jan 2016 4:12am
