His dark hair slowly flutters past,like leaves falling in the wind,
I think He never catches me, while I study him.

Rallies past me,lobs and aces,intently chasing some tennis ball,
How did I miss him? Never saw him fall at all!

He purses firm full lips, laughs on a whim,
Hazel eyes smiling..My heart climbs out on a limb.

Like a cat he creeps into my conscious shadows,
Transfixed, placidly perched,I sit, my mind quiet, eyebrows furrowed.

Quietly he speaks,glimpsing my nodding daze,
His voice softly steals my heart away.

Kissing me, craddled within his arms,
tenderly his passion unfolding;
His eyes reveal emotions not withholding.

Momentary synchronicity of two hearts,
with fingers and bodies entwined,
Kisses sweeter than a Merlot or any Italian wine.

He breathes awareness into my heart,
emotions do reveal,
when we're alone,how intoxicated I feel.


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