Tamara Poem by Owain Glyn

A snow white pillow, filled with down
For you to rest your head
And you may lay your silken form
Upon this tousled bed.

As I lay silent, next to you
And gaze into your eyes
I can see a love that's true
And then I realize

That I am blessed, your curves to stroke
To feel your warm sweet breath
To know, how you, my love awoke
To stay with me till death.

And as we lay in ecstasy
A voice comes from above......

'Have you got that bloody dog on the bed again? '
'I've told you, it's not hygienic! ! '

Walkies!
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