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  My woman is the essence of being, she gathers the ruin of the day to offer moonbeams. Her touch, geared to moods of the moment, oscillates between slap and caress.... is always, though, kind, considerate, caring and layered betwixt lavender levels of love.
Mother of my boys, protector of the clan, matriarch and Monarch. My Janet, the very love of my life.
M.

Good night kiss

till your
a hundred
and one.

close your
eyes
tight
like a

galleon's
treasure
chest,

and bury
your
dreams

deep
inside
me.

safe
from
pirates
and
wobbly
sorts.

and I
will be
there in
the air
around
you.

dream
calm
serene

like a child
saying the
shepherds
prayer

before
she lays
her head
down to
sleep.

and I will
not sleep

till you

awake...

The cell phone rings once
But the ringing in my head…
...The sound of your voice

When the sun rises
It calls not for attention
But it sure does shine!