Morning glory of love inspired
by waking to your angelic being
The honor of your presence
lying close to me, reveals passion
As my hands caress you effortlessly
gliding across your silky frame
I see you for what you are to me
my muse, my woman and my love
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Another day of hell is looming
upon opening my eyes to this stark view
Why are you still here, I ask myself
when near you I cringe in despair
Touching you is furthest from my mind
as the true passion is dead
I see you for who you really are
an adulteress, a scheming witch and a royal B.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
Morning glory of love inspired
by waking to your angelic being
The honor of your presence
lying close to me, reveals passion
As my hands caress you effortlessly
gliding across your silky frame
I see you for what you are to me
my muse, my woman and my love
-------------- FLIP SIDE --------------
Another day of hell is looming
upon opening my eyes to this stark view
Why are you still here, I ask myself
when near you I cringe in despair
Touching you is furthest from my mind
as the true passion is dead
I see you for who you really are
an adulteress, a scheming witch and a royal B.
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