My Love Never Rests
My love never rests
Kisses flow on
multicolored autumn nights.
I am alone.
My love rests
In the bosom of a woman
three thousand miles away.
Thoughts of her small hands and feet,
soft curves, RED hair
cause my body to quiver,
when her sweet voice says
in almost a whisper:
I love you
laying in
a cold bed
alone
I think of her lips
dream of our first kiss
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