They turn Dramatic drop from swing of hair Patchouli clouds arising To elevate their own despair From suffering to surviving Hands find flesh And mighty knead What familiar places they both concede Lascivious giggles bubble up Where for art thou man?
I remember the secretary who worked at the office. That girl was such a curvaceous beauty. She complimented me on my formal attire. One day she gave me apples and candies, And she touched my head to get my attention. I asked her if she loved me and she said yes. She really thought I was handsome, But there was a serious problem that I could not handle.
She brazenly told me she was a lesbian. And she thought I knew about it, But I did not even suspect she was gay. If she did not have a sapphic...
There is a place for US that NO one else can enter. It's a place that holds no SECRETS, only BEAUTY, peace AND understanding. A place that we come to, KNOWING we are ONE, only to have our SOULS fused together for ETERNITY. Although? it may only last a MOMENT. IN that moment, I know YOU; every pore, every PULSE, every thought, every FEAR. And I LOVE YOU more. I feel myself laid BARE before you, and I feel CONTENT . . . joyous that YOU are with ME, loving me in my NAKEDNESS. ~KitDaddi~ 12-18-2018