the taste of your lips
is never far from my thoughts
you voice....it plays my heart
and often on lonely nights
your scent covers me
you are far but always near
memories never seem to fade
and hope still springs eternal
the vision of your smooth skin
bare and slick with sweat
takes possession of my eyes
and the feel of your silky hair
wakens my fingertips to pleasure
if i could swim oceans
and leap over mountains
i'd spend this balmy night with you
if i could wish and you'd be here
we'd walk the white sand shore
watch moonlight caressing waves
we'd kiss in ways lovers do
and greet the sun together
DJ <
You had me at the picture, (I loved the movie from Here to Eternity, this looks like that kind of photo) and then I read your poem, and now I am just lost in love with this poem..It is supremely fantastico!!!!!!
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MAN gotta love this...granny or no granny..romance will always be part of it!!
Love Tinak
Love,
Susan
Kathy
You had me at the picture, (I loved the movie from Here to Eternity, this looks like that kind of photo) and then I read your poem, and now I am just lost in love with this poem..It is supremely fantastico!!!!!!
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Now I need a cold chower