Loving--
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My passion is this blessed, crazy muddles;
Heated hot emotions and loins treasures;
Got fever boiling?
Can't control them;
My passion is your comforting heart your life
Your touch, your breathe
Loving
In a kingdom full of cuddles;
'Loving!' said I, 'thing of amour';
My passion is this blessed, crazy muddles;
Heated hot emotions and loins treasures;
Got fever boiling?
Can't control them;
My passion is the comforting lovely
Loving
In a kingdom full of storms
'Loving!' said I, 'thing of sweet.'
The fatherly firm forgiving torn;
In you I’d insist keeps
Covering
I crave the loving, like loving
Loving
I awoke and flung the amour
the fatherly firm forgiving
and the dais never adoring
while I pondered, lover like and poring
the idolatrous intimacy interring not endearing
Much I marveled this warm carcass
Loving
I heard a dear, over fond estranging
That moment my soul grew no longer a stranger;
I saw us in my mind the cuddles
Deep into that darkness caressing;
Soul spread, spirit fed now kissing;
Ever so…Loving
7/13/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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