Just a thought that came when I went into the dictionary today. I promise, that's how it really started off...
Yearn (comfort of you)
Marrying my soul with yours
Tucked in real tight...
I yearn
For pleasures unknown
riesen from slumber
Daylight comes to interrupt these
thoughts
I have the weak spot in me
that is the love of you
and poisonous desire that
wracks havoc on my soul
You're charming the negativity
out of me
molding this fractured tortured
girl who once cried over things
her soul could no longer take
Riesen like God's handpicked angel
I am torn
between what I want to do
and what I need for you to do
with me
Liberations deep within me
taunt me at night
while you slumber
and when I'm deep in my abyss
of lost dreams and desires
you pull me back from the brink
of self-loathing
The comfort of your love
sets my soul free
As I breath in, lay on your
shoulder, easing all the pain away
The comfort of you...love
you give me awesomely wicked
african rhythms that course my body
Glued together forever
my heart
your heart
our lives stay interwined
as your write lyrics to my soul
that fly in the air for all to
hear
yearning, this bliss
yearning, this love
takes me to sweet heaven
and beyond
so
p l e a s e
never
stop the comfort
it's always what I need from you
(c) 2006 by Mocha Sistah
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Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on June 22, 2006
Absolutely beautiful. Makes me want to take another look at my dictionary(s) if you can come up with a work this special...
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Elizabeth
Thanks angel...
Xxx dove