12 May 2012

Devi




Devi

The aroma of her

I inhale with greed

Her body

Voluptuous

Yet graceful in her generous display of assets

I am grateful

I yearn not to touch

I bow and kiss the ground she walks

I yearn for her touch

The touch of love

Happiness

Laughter

Confidence

She protects me

Where ever I go

Devi

Forgive me

Somewhere

I know

I could have

Forgive me

For I know

You know better than I

Devi.




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