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September 12th 2009 by vanceconkle
I miss my dancer
Swaying in and out of every thought.
I miss her skin
Dancing through the light.
I miss her touch and the way we sinned…
Her autumn hair, so long, soft and thick,
Her finger tips exciting my thoughts and mellowing the fire inside my belly...
The way she rushed to me whenever I was sick.
The windows of her eyes and the things she held sacred.
Swaying in and out of every thought.
Her finger tips exciting my thoughts and mellowing the fire inside my belly...
The way she held me when I had no soul.
the tomorrow we lost in her leaving.
The way she calmed me when I lost control.
I miss my dancer
I miss her skin
I miss her touch and the way we sinned…
Her autumn hair, so long, soft and thick,
The way she rushed to me whenever I was sick.
The way she held me when I had no soul.
The way she calmed me when I lost control.
I lost control.
I lost control.
I lost control.
I lost control.
I lost nicontrol.
minus me
Why she disappeared I simply have no answer…
I only know I miss my dancer.
Swaying in and out of every thought.
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