For her......
my mini me, my love
defines a beast...
My nice the warmth
of its smothering
clinch, my mean
untamed after it
divorced its leash
For her my "sweet"
may resemble a
peach or my tone
may mimic a mouse's
squeak, but please
dont be misguided
that animals fur is
stationed beneath
For her you can
witness the screech
of ones flesh playing
hide and seek.... To
protect my paws they
eat hungry for any harm
within her reach
For her keeping
a distance is not
a need like my wild
is registered as
peace, but please don't
be misguided 1200 pounds
of pressure is still the force
between my teeth
For her.....
The entire world resides
in the palm of my hand...
for her.....
Lending that hand
has crept into my
daily plans.....
For her.....
On my back legs
I grasped faith in
that particular stand
because her birth straightened
my stance reassembling the
definition I had registered of
a man
For her....
my love it screams
like a kettle that reached
its peak, a loud similar to
the clouds when mother
nature influences them to
speak
For her....
My loves all in
Like a bet absent the
thought of defeat, so
for her I may appear
gentle but be aware
she tames that beast
A different love
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