He is precise He captivates my very intellect with each spoken syllable
He is precise He takes me away in a blissful state of ecstasy until visual gratification is upon me
He is precise He takes all that is proper and all that is improper and makes my soul complete
He is precise my spirit is enlightened with natural and joyous memories of days past and days yet to be seen
He is precise he washes me in a fragrance that pleases my spirit and cleanses my very heart He takes the suns rays and wraps me in a blanket of warmth and a sweet glow
He is precise he invokes my spirit and draws my love out until pain becomes pleasure.
unpublished work © 2003 Takei Inspirations
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