Don't ever want to give you up even though
my thoughts and soul you have invaded.
All of me you have yet to know
still these feelings will never be jaded.
Your smile, your touch so warm and precious
longing, waiting and wanting, we survive.
The sweetness of you has become infectious
you touch me, my heart quickens and I'm alive.
With anticipation and excitement to me you surrender
Your passion, your soul and with tender care
We’re absorbed in the pleasures of splendour
And the silence shields us, which is rare
As the senses heightened where we lay
Our bodies tingle and breathing becomes a chore
Touching is more than just play
Panting, splashing, wet we crawled to the shore.
My Maddie Stone...
(c) Errol Anderson