Monday, March 23, 2009

KING

More than my man
More than my friend
More than my soulmate
He is my King
Body of a Greek god
Appears more like a sculpture than human flesh
Chisled features
Kisses sweeter than from any lips I've ever tasted
Voice as demanding and forceful as a lion's roar
Yet doesnt need to yell to be heard
He could whisper the toughest command
And i would pick up every word
His hands are rough and still possess
The gentlest touch
They tell the story of his life
A journey that was sustained and overcome
Wirh pure power and determination
Looking in his eyes you see a warrior
A soldier returning from a combat
Between heart and mind
His mind wins all wars
He allows his heart to submit to me
Just as i dont mind submitting to his power
Would stay stuck in the highest tower of his castle for hours
As long as he comes back to rescue me
The way he speaks
His thought process is like sex to me
I could lay for hours in his ideas
Until i'm sure they are clear
So that i'm never lost in his complexity
This man is a King
I am his castle
He lives IN me
T.Simpson

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