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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

I Hunger For This Man

He is such a man, a man with meaning a man with conviction
He is a mans-man, he wears his armor with pride
He makes her smile, he makes her weak
The thought of him fills her from the deep
A dark place her love has been festering, wanting to grow
Wanting to let go
The touch of his hand, she can't wait, breathless
Her closed eyes lead to places of unrest, sleepless nights
Passion. fire, pain, sweat, all of the goodies one would expect
Strangers look on with envy, yearning to taste a a morsel of the love that laid deep
For so long its been wanting to creep, seep, spread
God, this man, complete opposites, a perfect pair
Her hands pained with emptiness, waiting, wanting
When will she be in his arms
When will he feel her sweet kiss
She won't mind being put in her place, as long as he remains in his
 A role they each play with pleasure and obey the bond between lovers
Each day awaken a new, each day something new
Exciting, adventurous, a day of passion, a night of ecstasy
She closes her eyes and dreams, she dreams the sweetest dreams
His hands running down her back, his kisses on her neck
Embraced, engulfed, completely submerged in his being
Suffocated by with love and peace 
How can they ever leave, how can they ever part
Tow halves of opposite coins, to rights on the wrong side
Everything that is wrong is ever so right
He is such a man, he is a mans-man
He is my man ...  


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