Owain Glyn

Tamara - Poem by Owain Glyn

A snow white pillow, filled with down
For you to rest your head
And you may lay your silken form
Upon this tousled bed.

As I lay silent, next to you
And gaze into your eyes
I can see a love that's true
And then I realize

That I am blessed, your curves to stroke
To feel your warm sweet breath
To know, how you, my love awoke
To stay with me till death.

And as we lay in ecstasy
A voice comes from above......

'Have you got that bloody dog on the bed again? '
'I've told you, it's not hygienic! ! '

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Man's best friend?

Comments about Tamara by Owain Glyn

  • (1/23/2013 8:35:00 AM)

    I like the canine friends, but they are not allowed into the house! Quite interesting piece of work, particularly the last part! Nice to read! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

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