That had to be a Dream
Lustful eyes that wait with patient passion
Stalking the prey as it awakes with the sun
Yearning eyes that feast with emotion
Silently sizing up its breakfast greedily
Longingly wishing to tear apart such feelings with a look of rapture
Hunting a long overdue feeling of contentment
Shadowing footsteps before awareness catches
Prowling across the linen sheets with abandon
Probing with a gentle touch conveying serenity
Snared with such a captivating sight
Frozen with the wildness so right
Scents become mingled with sweetness
Fatigued the huntress rests
poem by Cody Williamson
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Your best days
When you’re cold and tired
In times of misdeeds and epic trials
In darkest night, and deadly long miles
I hold the flame high, your champion and saving grace
For whom but me, can be your ease
In your grandest moments and famous failures
I’ll hold you high so the edge can be grasped
I’ll pull you up, even by your own bootstraps
Perhaps you wouldn’t do the same, but I ask for none
Except your loyalty and heart
I am selfish, for I want your all
Your best days, your bravest soul
Your pretty smile for days on end
I want your laugh, your lust and love….
poem by Cody Williamson
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