A poet to call my own…
Wouldn’t that be something?
Would I, could I, ever tire of his words?
I think not! As his words, the lines of his poems
Would read like deep *sighs* that we’d both breathe after we’ve made love
A continuation of foreplay, after play, anything play
A melding, a meshing, our souls entwined in bliss!
His words would be like candy, ever so sweet
That I would ask him repeatedly to breathe new words and verse
To feed my heart, my soul!
A poet to call my own
Now, wouldn’t that be something?
© ~ Calli 2009
written Valentine's Day 2009 - all in fun! - what better time to think of love and all the possibilities of that!
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