Being the Other Woman, Metaphorically!
Have to sit and dream a touch,
As passion for poetry dictates loves depths,
I spoke to her with tender tongue and quill of truthful trusting passion flowers,
Resistance is far fetched,
For she is the other woman who strokes my life gently,
But with burning fire,
She caresses you too,
Three lovers wrapped in one embrace,
At times pure with tranquility,
Always blessed with grace,
This special lady has her dark moments too,
She always makes us happy in everything we write,
I have to share my love for you,
In that I have no choice,
She is shared in my heart,
The cutest sweetest lady who is our poetic art,
I share your heart, I share your soul,
In darkness she's our anchor,
In brightness we adore her,
In conversations imagery,
She speaks, tells me that you love her, of that she is aware,
She also speaks to me in volumes, in telling me how much you care!

My Sweet Lover!

VVV, Glory to poetry, glory to us **
This one's for you Chris **

By ladylivvi1

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