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Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
I do Love you, Forever so True.We love each other because We are together, We are as gentle as a feather. We are two great souls, not as anyone knows. You have my heart,We have each others souls, without me I have no you, If you walk out my life it won't be true. First time I saw you' you were my  Boo.3 months Later  I knew it was so,so True. If I would have known then what I know now, there wouldn't be a thought when, were, or how. When we're together I know its right, thats why It's gonna be Mrs. Crystal Cartwright.  You bring joy to Life without a lot of strife. We will forever be for Life. When were together this is OUR Life.We are connected. This is OUR Life, Once again I will never say it again thats why we will always be Mr. & Mrs. Christopher Nathaniel Cartwright. Our dreams are golden our future is bright Our Love together will be a great token. You bring a smile to my Life without you, there would be no SPICE! Truth Be told You are my Life. I LOVE YOU!!
Copyright: Nov. 18th 2010 12:09Am Crystal &Christopher; Cartwright
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Color—Caste—Denomination—
These—are Time’s Affair—
Death’s diviner Classifying
Does not know they are—

As in sleep—All Hue forgotten—
Tenets—put behind—
Death’s large—Democratic fingers
Rub away the Brand—

If Circassian—He is careless—
If He put away
Chrysalis of Blonde—or Umber—
Equal Butterfly—

They emerge from His Obscuring—
What Death—knows so well—
Our minuter intuitions—
Deem unplausible—
The steady, gray rain
drums the silence in my ears and
the sweet, cold drops caress my face
reminding me, again, how much
I wish you were here
to passionately kiss me until
the water turns to steam
rising from our melded skin and tangled limbs
as an offering of love to the gods
so they'll answer my prayers
of you.

2010

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