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It Was Only Coffee
Young lady you run... Through my mind... More then I would like... But you being there is... Like a summer breeze... I am tense and at ease... All in that one moment... I see your body before me... Under me... Over me... I would truly love to live... Within your garden-walls... It's not often that a woman... Is so close... And yet so far... Platonic can only travel so long... I realize you are the master... Of your soul... And to me you are like gold... Deep down...I really must work... To get...IT... I felt your fresh-nesssss... From that first day at the coffee... Shop... Your silhouette haunts me still... In a very good way... A way I can't speak of... But you know...you know... If only for one night... Your garden I would love... In delight... Live there for a time... awake to the song of birds... Rushing to fix your break-fast... Treating you like the queen... You are... That gift which God created for man... I fear you...and at the same time... I adore and admire you... Respect you...that is mandatory...God says so... So I let you run through my mind... Keeping my thoughts... Fairly...fair... Most times I am breath-lessss... As I see your magnificent... Shadow... My whole being is harden... But gracefully...mind you... We must have a clandestine rendezvous... Oh'...That is just the boy in me... Speaking out... Don't worry... I will reprimand myself... For that... Sleep my queen... Enjoy the dew upon your... Garden..which is often thought about... And if ever you decide to water it... Remember... I would love to be the rain... And yes I am smiling.... And you...
Whisperkwane@gmail.com
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