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R M Jul 2017
I drink coffee like
I take
holy communion-
with eyes closed
in thankful
prayer.
Natasha Jul 2015
tired head resting upon crisp, clean
white linen pillow cases.
worn muscles enveloped
in the hills and
valleys of plush, cream bedsheets.
aching spine relieved by the firm, comforting pale mattress.

all that is out of place,

is your warm, perfect, lovely,
heavenly smelling, intoxicatingly ****,
more perfect than Michael Angelo
body.
PrttyBrd Oct 2014
This poem has been submitted for possible publication.  It will be reposted as soon as possible upon final determination.  Please feel free to peruse my poesy at your leisure.

Thank you so much,
PrttyBrd
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For the Him that Her belongs to.

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