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Safe Haven

It was 9 O'clock 
When I entered the room
My babe was on the chair with her hair all groomed
She said :" Hi love, how was your day ?"
I answered: " Today was just like yesterday. "
She stood up and grabbed my hand
She told me :" keep your hope  up , it is not  the end
I can cover you with kisses like I cover you with sand,"
I   could not forget  all the things that she helped me mend
She taught me how to  wisely spend and lend
Sometimes , at work , a gift she would send
No one ever did that for me. I don't mean to offend
She is  an angel  in my heaven
My safe haven, the theme of my imagination
As I thought about those things
She jumped on the bed and kneeled
She looked at me and said :" I can make you  burn now
I can be your paradise
Come to me now and eat the fruits of the garden
I can make you scream
I can be your favorite song
Come to me now and play your favorite notes."

After that,  the bed started levitating
" Is she possessed or am I just dreaming?
Does she have superpower or am I hallucinating?
I then looked at my watch and it was 12' Oclock
Time has gone so fast or am I not okay ? "

She pulled me on the bed
The bed pulled me in with her
And suddenly I find myself in Egyptian feast
The cymbals were playing and the princesses were  belly dancing
Suddenly, I began to burn
Flames started emerging from my skin
I caught a  fruit that  fell from the sky and ate it
Then I felt so much pleasure flowing through my veins
As she said :"  I am making you burn now
I am now your paradise
You're eating my fruit
You're playing your favorite notes."

All of a sudden , I was back  on the bed
I kissed her  all over the arm , neck and head
She was  still sleeping    but she was saying : "  keep your hope up , it is not the end
I can cover you with kisses like I covered you with sand ."

by John Mayer Charmant

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  1. Es un Ángel En Mi Cielo Mi Refugio Seguro !!!!!!

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    1. I like that part of the poem too. How have you been?

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