As I think of your hand across my face
I imagine my body floating in outer space.
The touch of your hand across my cheek
Gives me the eternal sensation that I seek
The soft caress of your lips against mine
Sends a sweet, vibrant tingle down my spine
As I lay down to receive my prize
I see the eternal flame of passion burning in your eyes.
When we finish making love, I sigh in relief
Staring at you, my blossom, in admirable disbelief.
2002/4 Gustavo White
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