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Longing for this King
This once servant who catered to me faithfully
This man that matured to a higher power for his Queen
The subject of failure to satisfy my minds curiosity never pronounced
To bury the heart in his soul was a job only he could apply for
The passion of his eyes flowed deep like the rivers that seized in my presence
I played a part he created just for me
Out the shadows of his pain he found the comfort which is me
He acknowledges me like only he could
The notion that man can only show love with their dicks....
He surpassed that fictitious fact
In his life alone
He has recreated my ideals of man
The cold shallow corners that seem dark and loveless
He has shined a light
Re-invented a part of his history of man's failed attempts of true love
He has gained the name King long before his time
And with that title he has never lost the meaning of its responsibilities
The securities I feel is presidented when he is around
No foreign enemy could ruin his chance
He is as permanent as the color of his skin
The sun kissed him first and I kiss him last
His dark brown eyes
A story so deep and strong
The pages of his life he shows to me
I cry not for him but for us
Tears not of sorrow but continuous thick laid love
As his Queen I have a lot to do
But Him as my King he has nothing to fear
I love this man....
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