Thomasina
My Cold and Lonely Spirit has been filled with a raging storm called Thomasina,
She rocks me worse the fiercest hurricane winds,
Her fire burns through me, hotter than open coals in night air,
Her words do indeed pierce my heart,
Her love is really what makes the honey drip from my honeycomb,
And I am her honey bee buzzing all around her.
Copyright © Tamara Robinson | Year Posted 2015
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