I want to feel your rippling waves
gently rush towards my shore,
in the sweet and golden sunrise,
or in the darkened midnight hour.

Upon the sand dunes of our dreams,
or the rain soaked grassy bed,
aboard a yacht on a rolling ocean,
in veiled hues of a misty dawn red.

Atop a mountain sweet and lush,
down the foothills dense and verdant,
on white snow-capped range of peaks,
or in warm waters down below.

Let your waves flow over me,
caressing sensuously my body and soul.

~*~

Copyright Elga ~Indigo~
14 March 2005 - All rights reserved
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