This Woman I Love
,Knows my very dreams
Dreams my very life,
As it were hers
She cradles my ego,
As if just born
Still loves my arms,
Embraced in their strength
Yet strange to me,
Softened when holding her
Golden lit flowing hair,
Caressing my roughened cheek
My grip of steel,
Loosened by velvet grasp
Silken ivory lovely breasts,
Melting my iron chest
Copyright © Robert Gruhn | Year Posted 2016
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