Her words touched my heart
With a gentle caress.
She could move me
And remove all my stress.
I, but a lamb, one of her sheep.
She held the gate open,
And I would gladly walk in
To her humble grazing land.
Her desires were mine also,
And we never tired of such love.
I was her slave, but a loving one.
No chains were placed on me.
Ron
roseline
budd