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He was a fine broth of a man And I loved dallying with him In afternoons of sun and breeze My lovely one-man harem. Such a delightful odalisque, I suspended thoughts of time. I greedily took up my guitar And seduced him with rhyme. As we fed each other sweets And made coffee by the jug We laughed and smoked *** Together naked on the rug. We told each other stories Of places we had been And astounding miracles Each of us had seen. We talked of **** dancers And clever men of magic And how the loss of innocence Was not altogether tragic Because we got to learn And could use it to grow And understand the secrets We recently did not know. He taught me how to love, This man of many stories. I learned to welcome mystery And search in it for glory. He showed me how to look And see people as unique And not some mass idea. I grew up from that peek. That simple time of learning And laughing with a man Who had the gift of sharing The way to understand. He took me from my childhood And showed me how to live. He gave me a gentle heart. The best thing one can give.
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
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He was a fine broth of a man And I loved dallying with him In afternoons of sun and breeze My lovely one-man harem. Such a delightful odalisque, I suspended thoughts of time. I greedily took up my guitar And seduced him with rhyme. As we fed each other sweets And made coffee by the jug We laughed and smoked *** Together naked on the rug. We told each other stories Of places we had been And astounding miracles Each of us had seen. We talked of **** dancers And clever men of magic And how the loss of innocence Was not altogether tragic Because we got to learn And could use it to grow And understand the secrets We recently did not know. He taught me how to love, This man of many stories. I learned to welcome mystery And search in it for glory. He showed me how to look And see people as unique And not some mass idea. I grew up from that peek. That simple time of learning And laughing with a man Who had the gift of sharing The way to understand. He took me from my childhood And showed me how to live. He gave me a gentle heart. The best thing one can give.
brent-kincaid
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
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