Monday, February 20, 2006

Checkmate (unfinished)

I'm dancin' my own dance with this man
We're walking our own walk
& while you may play a part
In his life, in his heart, in his plans
We're not finished yet
& I'm not throwing away even one chance
not one minute with him

If he tells me to go I will stand up & leave
Head held high lock my sorrow inside
But I'm not letting go while there's a chance that there's more
time to be had with me here by his side

I will never believe when he's holding me
It's any of you he's thinking of then
Not his hug nor his kiss nor our most intimate embrace
Nor when that smile shines light from his eyes
Those are ours, they're not yours nor will they be
You have yours, I have mine, love given free

The sweat of his body mixes boldly with mine
He thrusts himself deeply inside
He grasps me commandingly deep in the night
He chuckles "Good Morning" to me

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