Friday, September 06, 2013
for (p.k.)...with affection
each time you think of me, tender thoughts, fluff-encased and like an insouciant cloud, flitting from pole to pole of ratiocination; each moment that is filled with love for me in that beauteous rainbow-shaded bosom of yours, you own me.
for, you possess me in a heady and delightful delirium, enshrined as I am in your each inner sanctum of solace - each sybaritic boudoir of licentious desire and pleasure....
each time you love me - I become yours, for all of time.
...or I belong to no one.
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