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Dec 2011
Much of what I say
May be construed as movement from one man to another.
Much of what I think
Has no place in my thoughts.
Most of what I feel has more to do with hormones and what I need.
Sorting through this is a task I feel will bring me to a happy conclusion in the end.
Delving in swimming deep, submerging, enveloping, covering, coating.
Blanketing, tucking in, encasing, swaddling, succumbing.
Releasing, rejoicing, including, accepting all that is him.

Making room for me to love him.
Taking time for me to touch him.
He was with me
He ignites me.
He is my evermore and he is my now.
Written by
Jill Davidson
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