by Unknown
Feb 2011 363 Views 8 comments
A Memory
A MEMORY
He stole softly through the night
On my nape his kiss did press
gently he whispered his intent
and I did acquiesce
I watched him walk into the morn
And smiled to watch him go
He was young, must travel far
If he was meant to grow
Often when the moon is full
And sheds it's silver light
I remember his sweet gift
And my heart once more takes flight.
He stole softly through the night
On my nape his kiss did press
gently he whispered his intent
and I did acquiesce
I watched him walk into the morn
And smiled to watch him go
He was young, must travel far
If he was meant to grow
Often when the moon is full
And sheds it's silver light
I remember his sweet gift
And my heart once more takes flight.
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Posted: Feb 2011
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Comments (8)
rob
captured a moment in time there lady frenchsilk!
even if it's only partly true it's cool
Fellsman