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Nov 2015
The sky lost blue
in favor of magenta that day.
She was dreaming
again of romance and love.
Of hands about her waist
in the kitchen.
Her bed hot with his passion for her
She wanted fire and excitement
She never noticed ordinary old me.
I was her only confident?
Yes  her best friend.
Watch my lips honey
they whisper love.
So much what you need.
So much what I want.
Last night she went to the bar
Once again seeking
Blue eyes and a smile
of heats promise?
She ignored my lips
that were ready
to explode my love for her.
My needs for herv
all in her body?
For the casual smile
of a handsome stranger.
Who would take
her needs and wants
And use them
to pleasure himself.
Why can’t she see
its me she needs
It’s me who can
put fire in her bed.
And hands about her waist
As she cooks pasta for dinner.
Or needs a hug
its me only me?
I know I have the thing
she needs most.
A heart that is full of love
Just for her.
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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     ---, bex, ---, Mike Essig and Johanna Magdalena
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