For Shirie

10/01/2013 10:23

 

Her hair is alabaster.
Her face as white as snow.
Her sultry lips as red as blood,
Hold the words I long to know.

Her skin as soft as silk.
Her breasts full and soft.
The heart beneath
Full of love that sends my soul aloft.

Her hands as strong as iron,
Her soul is brave and bright.
There is a place beside her,
I long to fill each and every night.

Let my love for her,
Always find a home.
And let her think of me,
Where ever she may roam.

Let my simple songs,
Bring a smile to her face.
And let the spot beside her
Always be my place.