Shannon Bowman

Lady of love

Craving to hold a women i love in my arms
The one that squeezes tighter
When she listens to secrets that I dwell  
The one who feels without thinking.
Owning her floors as they were beauty
Smelling the sounds of love between our soul.
Teaching me about the depths and the idea of being one
The soft and precious tale
Of the lady I love

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