Quintessence
That midnight call asking you…
To come by to keep him warm…
That little pat, on your arse …
With a kiss before leaving…
That call right after…
Togetherness…
Your... purest…
Most is with him…
In his mind…
His heart beats, with the rhythm…
Of your essence…
It gives your relationship identity…
You... are all to him…
The need for another is not…
In question…
Focus and confidence surround…
The both of you…
Hater's try to bring you down…
Because…he is an older man…
But love, ... being love and respected…
Has no age…
As your beauty… so be bound…
To him…
Let him love you…in your purest form…
Enjoy being loved and respected…
Enjoy being in the essence of…
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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