As love caressed doth dance a slow and caring pace,
The taste of loving letters wrap softly 'round my tongue,
Pervading every reach, to every darkened place,
The tender word envelopes me in a feathered song.
The taste of loving letters wraps soft 'round my tongue,
And I know its purpose bears no secret ill intent,
For tender words envelope in a feathered song
Defended wounds of old with succor and soft treatments.
I know its purpose bears no secret ill intent,
For pure and ardent be our sensual passionate lay,
Defending our words with succor and soft treatments,
Love, and I'll be sure you're with me every single day.
Pure and ardent be our sensual passionate lay
And as love caressed doth dance a soft and caring pace,
I will be sure you're with me every single day,
Pervading every reach, and to every darkened place.
1 comment:
i heart pandoums.
not writing them, because they frustrate me. but reading them. well done rob.
and happy late day of birth.
kisses.
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