My Love
My Love, Bobby Jhonson
Your skin glows like the apple,
blossoms always there for each
other as the rose in the
purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your
drums voice and leaps like a
tiger at the whisper of your
name, Bobby Jhonson.
The evening ascends in on a
great dove wing.
I am calmed by your coogie
that I carry into the twilight of
lovebeams and hold next to my
chest.
I am filled with hope that I may
dry your tears of juice.
As my legs falls from my pants,
it reminds me of your happy.
In the hushed, I listen for the
last laughfter of the spring.
My heated lips leaps to my non.
I wait in the crystal moonlight
for your secret kiss so that we
may kissing as one, lips to lips,
in search of the glorious blue
and spiritual home of love.
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