My otha half consists of...
Beautiful days of endless conversation
& ugly nights of miss-communication
the underastanding to know
that man are not perfect
but that women are no less or more of equal
That utter feeling that you get
everytime the lips are kissed
with the feeling of a miss
knowing wthout you, no bliss is felt
just sharp pains of loneliness....
A Touch, Caress, A Gentle Blow
across the neck
assuring that my otha half's presence is right next
Spending time where
minutes seem like seconds
days seem like hours
months seem like weeks
& just a year ago seems like yesterday
when we 1st met & you asked
what my otha half consist of
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