I think of you
Each night
I find myself alone
You're my comfort
To these feelings, That cry
Within my soul
Dreaming to be set free
To express myself
Upon the loveliness,
Of your divine affection
To drown myself
In the nectars
Of your soft, tender lips
And to savor the ecstasy,
Within your eyes
This, my loving angel
Is the purist, of love
My heart is spilling out
To a soul
Calling in the wilderness
To be held
Seeking the warmth
Of my body
And the passion burning
Within my soul.
William....Your words are divine my friend....this one is an outstanding write!!!!!
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on August 21, 2003
William this is such deep passionate longing, and you have my soul here now yearning. Such a beautiful excellant as always write from such a wonderful expressive heart and soul!
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
--Karissa
Gina
Wishing you the best , always, Michelle
~Jackie~
Reindeer
Keep on producing while love is inducing.
Happy Healthy Day.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~
as lust quakes
strumming desire
fire, fire, fire
In Spirit,
Bear
Kudos!
Tony
Love Tinka
~Joseph