07/28/2018

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


07/12/2018 Poem I cannot tell you why I love you I cannot tell you why I am a part of your life The need to want to take care of you burns deep in my veins You do as you please I am on my knees.
Many come and many go, But I wonder how many have stayed? As I take a hard look at the things you do the way you sway your head. The way you gently move your hands when we touch. Why do you back
away with such ease? And such hostility? I have not known a greater love of affection, A greater love of a friendship. I cannot tell you why I love you Or How it is that we got to be here? Or Why
it is I always find myself near? I hear the wheezing in your voice We both cannot have lung cancer. Why must you destroy your insides and out It will not better the both of us if we are cursed. But
who am I to tell you how to live? I am the man who was there when the nights were dark Who would find a way through the day? to say hey. The ways of the world have changed you, Your beauty hangs on
a clothing line for the world to admire Be your sexual identity is this way or that. I know that I cannot turn away I know that I cannot make the days any better than the last. I know that one day,
be it one day I would find you naked in a field Where the grass blades don’t cut Where the rich smell of love and air combine. I cannot tell you why it is I am striving to give you the best Having
only felt a kiss and hug What has these little things done to me? Be it today or one day. Would you care to tell why it is You haven't allowed me to dine on the delicacy that is between your legs?
Today I have found the reason, Why it is I crave the need The need to see you do better, The need to be that feather that eases the anxiety. The reason for loving you is that you are unlike another
Your tiny curved ways Your youthful style in which you dress I despise that your sexual identity is this way or that I know that I cannot turn you away But there has to be a place in which I can
come inside Will you allow me to dine on what's between your legs Will you allow me to give you the title? Of a mother, of a lover?



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Submitted: July 22, 2018

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