As I remove her face from mine I struggle for understanding.
In a quiet dream I was suddenly gone: she appeared and assumed my place. Soft to the touch, she is feminine as a woman should be and somehow she comforts and soothes my scars.
I live in her embrace where spontaneous laughter fills the air. And I find courage to go were few dare, the outer realm of the mind is my playground. It has to be for no one will let me play in their yard.
Such wild adventures I discover, she and I are partners in exploration. Her splendor is simple and easy. I can’t help but give chase, watching for a clue of how it all works. But it seems to be simple things that give her joy; the sway in her walk, a woman’s scent, such playful talk.
Could I ever live with such effortless fancy? As I remove her face from mine I can only struggle for understanding.
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