Blessed union, flesh-clad with dreams.
I love her, voice, her laugh her face.
As the whimsy of her form, her hair like angel wings.
Her voice sings, the laughter is a cheer.
Her form dainty yet street tough a
little.
The one who did not reckon me weird.
She loves me though my heart is brittle.
Id give my skill to her if it pleased her.
My only companion is she.
I'd Give my substance, as it were.
Just sex is simply vain.
©redic
R