The Mood of Her
How delicious, the mood of her....
how dear she soothes
what I cannot reach ----
Fills that big-old-hole below
in the depths of my soul,
each time sweeter things....
And soft lips searching,
my long reach,
with her mere whim
she touches tender doubt,
And makes me believe,
that love is swift and enduring,
She is 'longer' and more lovely each day,
reaching delicious, the mood of her....
(how dear she soothes)
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