2007-11-24 - 3:09 PM
clear god of song and muse of words honey in your mouth dripping from your tongue your touch unknown but our skin remembers when our pots are filled and running over hard chest of tenderness a place to fall asleep without care hands that could hold the world yet hold our images in bed hands that work the field and pluck our strings hold breasts in passionate embrace let us press our face to places red and rich hold your hardness to our lips give us drink of you as we sleep your secret garden awaits trembling flowers bid you come take her hold her for she is yours all the night we dream in dark hoping for your tender thought in the midnight we still wait listening for that opening gate trellis lined with every bud opening with the coming dawn rising up to reach the sun knowing you're the blessed one
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HELP SUPPORT US thank you for being our angels.
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