Thursday, September 18, 2008
Down, down I slip
On that treacherous slope called love.
So little time ago I could pull out…
Well… any time.
Now, over the edge
The solid ground - so far away.
My heart yearns day and night,
My body for your touch, your maleness,
My spirit for your being.
Ah, my love, be good to me
And I will be, in turn, to you,
A promise for a promise.
Let’s keep this magic alive.
Take it for a ride
To the moon and back,
To Mars, to Venus,
Around the sun,
Then out to the stars for eternity.
Rosalind 1:23 PM
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