He

by Iola   Mar 15, 2006


He takes my hand and lead me away to a paradise with palm trees.
He places me on sand and shows me the waves and breathes the cool summer breeze.
He romances me with gifts and flowers and adores every word that I speak.
He understands my talents and powers and fails to see that I’m weak.
He sits for hours and stares at my skin and tells me that it glows.
He’s not a coward and knows me within and with each exploration his love shows.
He’s strong and he catches me and he heals me with a single kiss.
My smile is a fountain in which he drowns, he knows me from deep within.

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