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Dec 2020
My Husband he returned home as usual after a day at work
Covered in Black Water and Heavy in Leftovers
They attached to him like moths to a flame
In his eyes I could see his need for me to cleanse the pain of the day

How many this time as I looked soulfully into his eyes
Lowering his head after gazing into mine

We spoke of his day.....the guys the jokes the comradery
So many things he could not say to me

Hugging him at first with a stare
again I knew I had to do what most would not dare!

He drank a beer and I sipped some wine
Always I would fight for this Husband of mine

To bed we did lay and joke of old times
How invincible we  have been time after time

Seeking our individual fires to unite again each others desire
1st we had to tear thru the souls of our day

Countless faces and stories pains and strife
Until finally each others unique flame

In the ******* we purged our day
I watched cause I peek as the shadows fled from him and his day

I prayed as we made sweet love as we do
sometimes it gets messy that's how we do too
I felt a tearing monster after his soul holding fast not letting go

Thrusting in passion like almost riding a ghost
As I mounted his member not knowing who he had provoked
I would challenge his head to release mentally first
Before I would come to ****** that demon would disperse

Feeling full and yet full of power
Best yet was to come
When I now gave him the power

Fully ***** now and the man that I fell for
Could he take control
no longer heavy with bad soul

As he flips me and I rear back into his *****
Still digesting and wrestling the demon from his mind

As he raises my hips and bow and spread
I do this for love I say in my head

He takes control like owning what that day had done
to him I am the only one

Encouraging to his release of heavy day
I banter with vulgarities enticing
He resists I feel my digestion beaten

I am now alit back to me
He feels and sees it and releases like the sea
As I arch and squeeze into my soul

We are like Water Flames
That never grow old

Now both weak and our body's shaking
Our love will never be reciprocated or mistaken

As we cleanse the scene or our Romantic throw
Everyone seemed to get what they needed to know

We say Our I love you's

Retire and regroup
as we lay in together in the weary pew
Two Empaths ......1 love
many and  much world collateral damage

For you I fight this to my death

who knew fighting for love was sooo bitter and sweet

<3
Michelle A Ford
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Michelle A Ford  45/F/Upstate New York
(45/F/Upstate New York)   
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