Monday 15 March 2010

For dear friends. What can I say-they like to shower :P

Travelling everywhere I please,
over hills and valleys and
through every crevice
I caress the very nature
of her being.

I am what no man can be,
exactly what is needed
at the right time, all the time
I may even bring her
to her knees.


 





1 comment:

  1. I have removed the following line from the end of this poem, as it was only ever intended to make said friends giggle:

    I have the power, I am her shower!

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