Dove

This poem is dedicated to my 1st bf, Jeremy

I am the wind of lustful sin,
The dove has fallen, for it needs more love,
Come take me high above and show me what’s real,
What’s real with love

Let me place upon your face, more than my hands,
More than my lips,
More than the warmth of my blood on my finger tips,
Let me kiss you, hole you,
That’s all I want to do,
Try to believe that my love is true

True as the night falls after the star light,
So bright, I hide, I scream of fright,
To fall from fright, out of my might,
Where are you? Why are you out of my sight,
My love is what you’re trying to fight