Jailed till return

by Michael   Oct 15, 2004


The picture of your angelic face sticks in my head, taunting me, making me want to see you even more. Waiting, wanting to hear your voice, the key to the prison I must bear until you return. Until you unlock the iron barred door that keeps me in this cell and release me into the bliss of your presence.

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