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Click hereI would crawl to you, if you but ask.
Over haggard hills, through misty mountains.
Yes, even across depleted desert floors.
On my hands and knees. With grasping fingers,
dried and chapped. Worshipping you all the way.
I tried to keep them supple, and soft for you,
but sand, and grit, had their own destructive path.
If I could see you, you would see, the sea of torment,
total devastation in thine eyes, of misery and pain.
Yes, I tried to hide that too, but you know and feel me,
as I do you.
Food is not the nourishment, this body needs.
'Tis you my love, only you I need. To feast
upon, your loving eyes. Taste the desire,
of those devilish lips. Drink the sin out,
of that sinfilled riddled body, you so heinously
hide from me.
Can we share a bath, for two? Little bubbles,
I shall blow for you. The kind that sink, slow n deep,
across your bounteous bends and pricks blowing,
as I show you, a lil trick.
My love for you, was never in doubt. Yours for me,
shall never run out. So, to crawl to you is what I will do,
if only to show how much I still need you.
So that's how strong your love is, it doesn't get any stronger than that.
ty,bd
crawling back into my seat <grin> stammering to type, I felt your poem!