Would you look at me,
With the same devotion as, he ?
Could my heart, my mind,
My soul be, the one that you crave ?
All day I pray for it,
That look, the dance of spirits.
A memory of knowing how you,
Adored to be known by me.
Beckon only energy of my love,
As I will do in return.
I gave up long times ago,
The needs to feed possessive fear.
Call me unto your bosom fair,
Adore my face and stroke my hair.
Belove me with your power bright,
Make love to me, throughout the night.
J.S.
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