Precious - Poem by Richard Goolsby
More precious than a sunrise,
On an early springtime morn,
The look in your eyes,
Is something I truly adorn.
Your silky hair,
As It blows in the breeze,
You have unlocked my heart,
For I thought no one had the keys.
The tenderness of your body,
As you hold it close to me,
Your head upon my chest,
As the passion flows through thee!
The way your heart is so loving,
In the way u show you care,
Puts a smile on my face,
In which none could compare.
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