Like a lover, she comes to me.
Her eyes pleading with mine,
As I look deeply into her soul
I see reflections of my own.
Like a lover, she clings to me.
Hands grabbing, and pulling
Her needs echoed in actions
As she climbs into my lap
Like a lover, she holds me
Her hands gently stroking,
My arms hold securely
And our needs are met.
Her eyes pleading with mine,
As I look deeply into her soul
I see reflections of my own.
Like a lover, she clings to me.
Hands grabbing, and pulling
Her needs echoed in actions
As she climbs into my lap
Like a lover, she holds me
Her hands gently stroking,
My arms hold securely
And our needs are met.
1 comment:
i love the look-up eyes of a nursing kid-o!
and even better because she's wearing wings, no?
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