Coronation. February 20, 2009
Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death, poetry.Tags: love, pure and simple
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Midnight.
Outside the wind howls,
An east-bound train on rippling blue rails.
Maroon sheets surround my back, hold me still
As your angel hair traces my meridian, dances across my chest,
Swirls in the candlelight while your warm lips find
Each depression in my man-belly, Oh!
What a delightful turn of fate
To be so lovingly crowned
King of The World!
Little Bang Theory 