Even in the dark hours of the night
I can feel your essence surround me
and in the dawning of sublime light
I can sense your aura all about me
as it signifies your endless yearning
I can testify to my devotion to you
that is instilled deep within my soul
to become one even if just in spirit
in a way that both of us shall know
that shall attest to our mutual love
I have never felt your tender touch
but my life has been touched by you
nor have I felt myself inside of you
yet you have penetrated my being
wholly entering my heart and soul
Your aura surrounds me all the day
your essence holds me all the night
I am left powerless to resist your love
and I can see it present in your eyes
and I sense you through the distance
Keep those thoughts of me each day
as I cannot avoid my thinking of you
for time between has shown us alone
and love was left behind to burn low
as life circled and cycled on through
Your aura surrounds me and I smile
knowing our love never faded away
and sunshine splintered the clouds
shining as strength in resilient bond
aligning us in our deliberate ecstasy
We shall then embrace simultaneous
so we can hold each other by words
and feel love through their meaning
and make love through our dreams
where our passion can know no exit
Your aura shines like the aurora borealis, Amor, beautifully imaged and penned. Well done!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on July 27, 2007
It is difficult to define which is your best work, because everything you write is so delicious. But this is at the top of my charts at the moment. Beautifully done.
I agree with La Belle, you two should finally meet, this is so agonizing to witness. Just get on a plane and do it!!!!!
I will send healing energy, and wish for the best.
This is a sentimental and epic story about a young man, injured in the Viewnam War, who returns to Dallas, Texas, in 1964, and begins rebuilding his life. Set against the rock and roll era of the early 1960’s, when casual sex and recreational drugs w
Who knew the Wright's had a trunk full of hidden family secrets? Searching for treasure and hidden family secrets is one way to fuel the flames of passion.
I like how this piece embraces a more innocent attraction; one that began with the power of words rather than an eyeful. Beautiful...as always!
Love tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
She should be chewing on your neck about now.
Smooch...
Elizabeth
Ann
I will send healing energy, and wish for the best.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"