This a work that i am currently working on

Mood: Deep Deep in thought

This Man of Mine
He touched my soul so deep, so deep it was deeper than the seven seas
deeper than bayous, deeper than the roots that flow within 100 year old trees.

This man of mine
He has my body so open,
Open like 24/7, open like seven elevens, open like the doors on emergency rooms, open wide lik eagles as they soar.

This man of mine
He has a touch that is smoother than gold
so smooth that if I ever lived to be 100 years old
all that we shared will never go untold.
smooth like a potter, and my body is his clay to mold.
smooth like the guitar that is across his lap and is within his hold.

this as far as i got writers block.