Just a simple story about tenderness, touching and security.

I hope you like it.


It's Nice To Be Home.

It's Nice To Be Home

Jenny's now home
In our room
I stop; and look
For her I admire
Cause Jenny's so beautiful
My heart desires

Jenny makes me feel good
The warm feeling of rest
For in her soft blue eyes;
I feel her yes

And her golden red hair
That shines bright in the light
Jenny's golden red hair
That I brush each night

Jenny makes my heart sing
I'm so happy inside
She makes my heart sing
My love I can't hide

When we hold each other
She tingles my spine
She moves a bit close
Jenny wants to be mine

But Jenny's so tired
She's done in for all
I hold her in my arms
As night now falls

Jenny will reach out
Though sound asleep
A touch
A sigh
A midnight meet

She knows I'm there
With eternal love
She knows I'm there
No pushes, no shoves.

To be with Jenny
Is the wish of my life
To love Jenny forever
Will you be my wife?

Jenny makes my heart sing
I'm so happy inside
She makes my heart sing
My love I can't hide




Poetry by stottjames
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Written on 2006-04-12 at 03:51

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