He slowly ascends from the deep sea of blue Water trickling down the curves of his bosy His bronze smooth skin glistening in the monlight The Music created by his being, is carried by the wind And surrounds me in a harmony, harmony of dance Making me giddy and wanting of his love Soft as a veil, his hand bathes and caresses me Making me scream, but there is no one to tell That this man really loves me, loves me very well
Reason for writing:
This is for the man in my life that helped me realize who i am.
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