The way the words rolled off her tongue would make my neck bristle
and I loved how she would always smell of the honeysuckle and morning thistle.
The Accent of love would low from his lips like honey
and having fun with her was always fun with or without the money..

She would fill my time with all the things I wished and hoped
and when things went bad we just cuddled up and coped..
Her accent of love would make me melt like butter in the sun..
and when it came down to soul mates, I thought she was the one..

She would sneak into my bed and wrap her arms around me whole..
and she know all the ways to complete me and my soul...

She would make me proud as we spoke of each other
and how we knew we could never love another..
Not like this, not in this deep of a way..
deeper into love we fell everyday..

Her accent of love would confine my mind to her realm of bliss
as she would hold me down and beg me for just that one kiss..

Her mocha skin would shine from small beads of sweat and the sun
and she looked at life for nothing owed to the world, but fun.

She always smiled so deep and hugged me so damn close.
For she is the one that I've always admired the full and most.

She clenched my hair when she arched her back in pleasure..
and she made up for all the things that I seemed to lack or measure..
She held me close and deep down to her heart, beating in my head tonight
and in her arms I could feel my fear and loneliness part, and for once it was all right.

She wrapped me up in her favorite afghan spread
and she always loved to torture me by using her head.
She would wrap her legs around me a trap me down to the ground
and I've never seen myself so lost and yet, been so profound.

01/14/2002

Posted on 01/14/2002
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