My Desire by Raymond A. Foss
She is my wife the mother of the little people in the room across the hall, singing in the dark long after their bedtimes the one next to me as I sleep and in my dreams who shares my ring and my name the one who I promised all before God and man She is the one who is my desire, my fantasy the spark in my life the smile in my eye the murmur in my step spice in my day sensuous and subtle strong, clear
5/4/06 9:13pm
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