Techtress25

He is not a handsome boy A strapping well toned guy He has no abs Oblique's or pecks Nor large and muscled thighs He smells a bit and even still His eyebrows are not clean I am taller than him, still I know this all sounds mean But he is worth a thousand men Those strong and silent types Cause I have chosen him alone For love, alone, to fight.

My love is not a pretty one So clear-cut and defined Here writing this, I hope to think That I'll stay in his mind Does he care, or even so Remember stolen fate Or do I pass before his eyes As raindrops beneath a lake I hope to think my last four years Have all not been in vain Cause if I died, I want to ask Would he, at least, feel pain?

If I slept for all time To never fell another's touch I would want for last of you May I ask that much?For a hand that's cool to grasp With neatly trimmed down nails Two palms that perch and taunt My heart, my soul to sailFor hair the darker hue Stuck firm in place with gel Ten minutes to a curtain As I steal back my shellFor a neck so clear defined I long to reach and brush A finger poised to hint to thee And evermore stay hushedWith tangled words and twisted prose All I long to hear Your lilting voice and empty words To know that you are nearAnd if I slept for all time And never felt another's touch I would need for last of you May I ask...