I'll give her all the room she needs
and not pressure or complain
let her flowers bloom each day
she won't have to tell me why
or otherwise, explain
I'll give up greater distance
to sooth and protect, her smile
all her feminine and sultry ways
no reason, does she have to give
as she maintains, her **** style
Distance only made of space
near or far, a matter of degrees
wandering in periphery, upon the edge
I'll keep myself in silent check
no questions, petitions, and/or pleas
I'll not forget my promise
I'll hold tight, the words I've said
until my days are come and gone
I'll be ever bound and confined
past the day, that I, am dead
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
I'll give her all the room she needs
and not pressure or complain
let her flowers bloom each day
she won't have to tell me why
or otherwise, explain
I'll give up greater distance
to sooth and protect, her smile
all her feminine and sultry ways
no reason, does she have to give
as she maintains, her **** style
Distance only made of space
near or far, a matter of degrees
wandering in periphery, upon the edge
I'll keep myself in silent check
no questions, petitions, and/or pleas
I'll not forget my promise
I'll hold tight, the words I've said
until my days are come and gone
I'll be ever bound and confined
past the day, that I, am dead
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