it surges through her.
the ability to bring you to your knees
with a single, longing look,
with a deep, lingering kiss,
and with an unbreakable, loving spirit.
rendering you helpless in her palms;
desperate to understand her qualms
and wishing
you were in her bed,
tossing and turning, but waking
next to someone that would cherish your everything.
your power.
Your sweet, moonlit eyes, bold hands, and a careful heart;
capturing any light
that she had shone on anyone else.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 4:53 AM UTC
it surges through her.
the ability to bring you to your knees
with a single, longing look,
with a deep, lingering kiss,
and with an unbreakable, loving spirit.
rendering you helpless in her palms;
desperate to understand her qualms
and wishing
you were in her bed,
tossing and turning, but waking
next to someone that would cherish your everything.
your power.
Your sweet, moonlit eyes, bold hands, and a careful heart;
capturing any light
that she had shone on anyone else.
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