gentle
gentle
Aug 2, 2010

A mind spinning

helpless



feeling and reeling



In possibilities endless

Of winning in faith

Favors of a soul to mend less

And tend more


Seeking and finding

Pleasure to treasure


Without minding
sin

Knowing that to be in

You

Would be true

Truth of joy

Not to toy

In Toying with romance found

and


Excitement induced
when



Feet no longer touch ground

Willing

While time killing

To be seduced

┬ęStephen Petluk 2010
 
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