My love is holding ~

“MY LOVE IS HOLDING!” a poem in the series: “Love of Skin!” July 13, 2019 (Saturday)

I love to hold your hand, and we can walk around;

I love to feel your skin, wherever we are bound!

I love to call you “Honey,”

[And] You-can call me “Sonny!”

Or-maybe-“F – – – – y Ba – – – – d,” for-it-makes-me-so-darn-happy,

To-know you-recognize-me! Please, sit upon my lap – py!

Please-then, do-a-“lap-dance,” and slap me on the cheek,

Saying: “You-had-best-behave! or you-won’t last the week!”

I love your little, cheeky ways, your-charm-and-glorious-smile!

I wanna hold your hand – and walk, at least, a mile!

We’ll walk with all our little pets – raccoons and skunks and snakes!

We-are-a “funky” family, and-I-know just what it takes,

To love-a-you and charm-you – and nourish you, I do!

I-just-wanna-hold-on for-dear-life – and-whisper: “I love you!” ๐Ÿ™‚ – Is that OK?

fin <3


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Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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