I live with an old wind bag...
as long as I can move my arms...
they'll be holding you
a cradle of comfort is a marvelous thing
with such deep caring as I have of you
do you know that when I hold you, eventually,
I pass out
I pass out because I'm there, and you're holding me
...and I'm holding you
I freely have my hands and my face all over you
as you have me
sweet mindset of all sensation
there's no left, right, up, or down,
there is you...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2012