where and who

[E-dUbBs]

She calls me late at night

 says she’ll miss me as she’ll sleep

She texts me in the morning

says I’m hers she’s mine to keep

she says she really cares for me

among other things

puts a smile on my face

whenever my phone rings

 

so just one question

Who Is She

 

We’ll talk about stupid stuff

And giggle away for hours

Smell the roses, Feel the rain

And steal garden canes  from flowers

We’l drink tea or coffee

Still in bed in no rush at all

Until she reaches deep under the sheets

And begins it all

 

Just one question

Where is she

 

I’ll run my fingers through her hair

My hand on her face

Feel the sudden exhale from her

As the flogger finds its place

She’ll struggle in her bonds

but eventually she’ll give

knowing this isnt just our life

its the way we choose to live

 

so the question circles round

 and round and once more again

not only don’t I know who she is

but where is she then

 

where is she then

 

as usual love it hate it, shoot me down for it, as long  as ur talking about it its done its part

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What a fantastic poem. Really great job.

[E-dUbBs]

Just now, AllisonWonderland said:

What a fantastic poem. Really great job.

Thankyou