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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 4:25 am
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With her eyes
<br />She asks so much of me
<br />Her hands, unsteady in a rush
<br />Watching her fingers
<br />Rising to her weakness
<br />Beckoning all I can afford
<br />Yet, being here for her
<br />Is all that I can do
<br />These yearnings
<br />In which I find myself
<br />In attendance
<br />(wanting to attend to)
<br />Her desires grow stronger
<br />And I know what she wishes
<br />These longings are rooted
<br />Deep within her womanhood
<br />And I provide for them as I can
<br />Her friends know me as "distant"
<br />Yet not beyond reach
<br />They smile from the doorway
<br />Approaching her in their way
<br />Their airs fill the room with jasmine
<br />And patchouli
<br />They love her as she needs them to
<br />More than I could know
<br />
<br />Yet not more than I do
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