Off my chest
My vent was stated in honesty
Not forgotten, but forgiven
Well taken in kind
Walk thee in my shoes
Know what deeds do
Know that pressure does not come from here
Nor ill will
Nor manipulation against will
Love is not force nor pressure
Love is hurting self rather than another
As soothing as satin touching my ear
Teasing elicits glorified chuckles of his victory by
Bringing forth childlike whimpers
Whimpering for turkey on my part
Sumptuous and well made
The scent and flavor oh so remembered
I shall not curse thee not for teasing as thus
Nay for I wish thee well
The enjoyment of the feast
Well envisioned this time
Well remembered the last time
I thank thee for all that you are
Your voice soothes me
The satin/velvet touch of words
The magnification of deeds
Tease and chuckle at my childish whimpers
We play like children
Let us annoy the adults ~ Maggie ~ Penned on January 4, 2009 @ 9:03 a.m. EST
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