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Bedside Angel (Free verse) by feathers68

Bedside angel born of heaven, the heaven of touch, the heart of healing. Warm caresses ease my pain. Heated flesh and soul to heal. Bedside angel pulls me near, soft warm flesh does caress the need with in my battered soul. The warmth to heal the cold with in. Bedside angel calls to me, if not forever this caress will glide upon my broken muscles stretched, For now is enough, it will have to do. Bedside angel I am left wanting more.

feathers68 13-Nov-02/5:43 PM
NOPE no pee at all but lots of other stuff! Men can not pee cat pee! and by the way putting that you deserve any comment back! your right your brain is scrambled!




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