He Walks - Poem by Audrey O'shea
He walks through my life with ease, never talks,
knowing im only here to please.
Body a mystery of rips, eyes clouded with shadows of play,
the sweetest wine ive sipped, in his warmth i dream
to lay. strong hands that caress,
perfect no less, leading a life of mess, to you my
love i confess, forever my love until i lay
to rest. Your essence, makes me tingle,
your lips speak patience, as i remain single. For you
i wait, i wait for a life so great, that only we can
create, where love is never late.
My life with you i trust, as if its a must, to feel so much love and
equal lust, never gets old, you i crave, on you my
hearts been sold, a gold path to happiness we will pave.
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