My imagination soars
Thoughts of you consume my mind
Eyes transfixed, toward the door
Your image burns into my eyes
Your gown drifting to the floor
Reaching out I close the blind
In the moment I explore
In your arms my heart resigns
My fantasies need no more
Perfection standing still in time
Longing hearts no longer poor
The doubts and fears in passion die
copyright – Michael R. Wood - 2003
Beautiful passion and love in verses...
Peggy