search thyself

so many times i pictured your face
each day as i begin to paint
and now i have become fortunate enough that you
reach out an let me touch you and
caress your amazing face in slow endearment
happiness is not a strong enough word to say what shines in my eyes
then there are the times when i need to know you
have to see how much i really care for you
your tenderness here in my arms is the most perfect feeling
sometimes i even dream about it but
ease myself back to reality and this bed we share
like a leaf slowly resting on points of grass
flooding my energies with gratefullness and thankfullness
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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