To the vain, I write to no woman or about no woman, Lest it be my love. Whom is with me always. She is my breath. She is the second swiftly passing. She is time stopped. Our love is everlasting.
We drink together in the night, In our glory, now set aside. CC had both our heads reeling. Lord what a surprise. A revelation, A light. Her naked body against mine. enfused in our loves dismay. Is it lust no It's play. And she my goddess and I her God.Together being one. Odd why would you be so vain To think I speak to you?
Why must the vain try to assume they could ever have a heart taken years ago? What would be there reason be to think I could love another. The lust in our alcohol delight she and I played most of the night. She was feeling cc....yes the same as me. And together we lay naked. Together we watched it grow.
So vain one, It was not you. Lest you found your way in my room that night. If you did you should have seen. I was not alone. My love, the one who holds my heart. was with me. Touching feeling licking....So there are no roses here. All the flowers are dead. It was the queen of my heart She the only one in my bed.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-11-30 12:17:06
Last Login: 05.24.12
Visits as of 12-12-07: 127
Comments:
|
|||
|
|||
