The cause of my obsession and my pain,
The curve of her hips taunt like vicious dreams,
Her smile like honeysuckles in rain,
Her spirit in her eyes like sad sunbeams.
For her to want me would be salvation,
A passing hope in the universe mind,
I will never deserve such perfection,
For the powers to grant this would be kind.
All I can do is wish her happiness,
Knowing I will never be causing it,
In my daydreams I'll feel her sweet caress,
And the memorable shape of her tit.
If only I could make her see the light,
She needs a woman that can treat her right.
(The woman this was written for died 3 weeks after it's completion.
I never got up the courage to share it with her.)
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