I opened the door and found her sound asleep by the window,
My love, my heart so at peace.
I didn’t want to disturb her,
Letting my eyes delight in her beauty in humble admiration,
She lie there, soft like crimson pedals, so tender still,
A beautiful painting that not even Micheal Angelo could fathom.
A melody in human form,
She played for me; she played for me,
Sweet melodic tunes with each rise and fall of her breast.
Her mouth glistening from the noon day sun,
With the light summer breeze car…
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Added by Savaslas Lofton on May 20, 2008 at 2:21pm —
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