His eyes give
His ears listen
His voice calms
His mouth blesses
His chest cradles
His arms hold


Her eyes take
Her ears wait
Her voice calls
Her mouth recieves
Her chest begs
Her arms beckon


His mouth stern
His arms tighten
His eyes harden
His hand swings
His voice demands
His soul tears

Her body bends
Her bottom glows
Her eyes well
Her voice cries
Her spirit repents
Her soul mends

always your angel


About Mae East

Brooklyn NYC and vicinity.
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