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Clynn911 -> His Time ~an impromptu poem (3/27/2005 4:54:35 PM)
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He spoke to me but not with words
A hand entwined into my hair
He sang to me but not with voice
A bite that special lovers share
He reached for me but not with flesh
A look upon my soul
He gives to me all these things
and more to make me whole
Oh how I wish he'd take it all
but he says it comes with time
He'll take it as he pleases
all that's his of mine
I spoke to him but not with words
kneeling on the floor
I sang to him but not with voice
my body begging more
I reached for him but not with flesh
giving him my soul
I give to him all these things
and more to make him whole
Oh how I wish I could give it all
but he takes it on his time
I hand it over willingly
all that's his of mine.
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