Monday, 19 January 2026

Musky

 Your eyes they glimmer with hope

Even when you are putridly doped;

Your fingers smell of musk,

Your hair shining in glow.

Your aura is that of someone

Full of love and galloping around

And if you really must know

You have caused me to be more sound.

You are beautiful and lovely,

A real angel in my life

And we have seen each other through

Many a nightly strife.

Your heart I must have,

Your love I must secure

Because you are so sweet and musky,

So pure of that I'm sure.

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