Time and attention
she seeks to read
a lifetime of our favorite books.
The stories she likes
are the rough gentle types
where a strong hand
grabs and takes control,
but only while in bed.
She swears she’s never sworn
never before had she truly felt
until a late night evening storm.
The joy of lust
that wanting need
happiest while in suspense
aching for that cherished hug.
She’s lovely, yet once again
she finds herself
here walking amongst us,
lost without her wings.
So as she searches
and she looks,
I can promise her,
that until she’s satisfied
I’ll forever read for her
all our favorite books.
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