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As my lover laughs,
I hear sweet music.
His strong body shakes; a jackhammer pummels the earth
While his laughter pours over me like rain.
When he laughs, I see fields of flowers,
Frolicking kittens, my children smile.
I feel small, like a fly next to a skyscraper.
As I close my eyes to sleep,
I only see my lover.
His face is veiled by a full beard,
Like a dark, foggy morning
His strong, dark, eyes stare,
And you feel like he knows you,
And understands what you are going through.
His hair is perfect,
Never a strand out of place.
When you run your hand through it,
Your hand is running through a cornfield.
He looks like a king, with the brow of nobility,
And a nose chiseled by the gods themselves.
As I first saw my lover, I knew he was special.
He always knows the right thing to say,
He makes peace with his smile.
His smell embodies manliness,
Ladies swoon when it hits them.
Prem is the only one for me.
When a Hand clasps a Hand
tightly,
grasps a Hand
tightly,
The hands begin to melt
Into one another, noticed by each other.
Melting not by intention, but still enjoyed
clammy, cool, soft and weathered
Gripping tenderly and
Hugging fingers
Intertwined divinely -- pulling at the surface
of skin, and the heart.
by: Todd Standard

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