I was hung over you,
moving with you
in a perfect rhythm,
in a wonderful place,
a sacred place
where the sun
did not shine
& when you
reached for me,
grabbed
my pendulous orbs,
you squeezed
my light
deep into
your beautiful soul.
Your sighs
made me cry
with genuine joy.
Your pretty face glowed,
was as serene
as a calm summer night,
so sweet &
so delightful,
stunning &
magnificent.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
I was hung over you,
moving with you
in a perfect rhythm,
in a wonderful place,
a sacred place
where the sun
did not shine
& when you
reached for me,
grabbed
my pendulous orbs,
you squeezed
my light
deep into
your beautiful soul.
Your sighs
made me cry
with genuine joy.
Your pretty face glowed,
was as serene
as a calm summer night,
so sweet &
so delightful,
stunning &
magnificent.
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