Don't
By 1stpoet
Don’t Don’t brush your hair with fingertips letting the fragrance of sunshine carry the golden glow that was locked freed with new found warmth Don’t whisper my name upon soft breath the moisture on your lips glistens as words float upon air Don’t look upon me tenderly your eyes glistening in the moonlight I feel close to death for I look into heaven’s gate Don’t lie with me naked for the tunnel of your wanting begs my entrance If I loose myself within your boundaries shall I be found again? As I speak these words I only ask one thing. Don’t ever stop loving me William S. Dawes February 10, 2001 Written February 10th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 02:52 AM PST 0 • 8
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