Counting the seconds
The long seconds without
He who bears my heart
Lacking the heat that beckons
My innards proceed in passionate riot
And I'm unable to bear this night apart
From my Lover's embrace
My pride rise to teach me lessons
Lessons about curbing this disquiet
Yet I await your call to give my heart a start
And be my saving grace
My Lover, My Lord
When all I seek is this
This life with you
Where none separates us
And all I know are your arms
Arms that teaches me the art
The art of the Lover's dance...
But my Lover sees me not
My Lover knows me not
My Lover turns from my songs
And ignores the cry from within
For my Lover is only mine in a dream,
A dream that He breaks with a rod.
Heya Dearies,
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Love,
Paris 🖤
