Andrew David Dalby
She has these lovely butterfly eyes,
that lustre in their sweet fragility.
They look at me, so bold and unafraid;
despite her twenty three years of age,
they are untamed by life's hard lessons;
of heavy bitterness and ice cold cruelty.
They lift me up, and hold me very close,
And wrap about my shattered legs.
and with a sweet secret, aching 'shhh',
She slowly settles all my needy debts.
With a slender raised winked finger,
placed on her lush and tender lips;
I slowly sense a growing needy ache,
that fills me with her heady sips.
and as we touch...our breath is stilled...
yet not filled... with any sad regrets.
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