Dreaming
Strong are your hands that gently cradle my face Our eyes like open windows lock in fixed embrace Your strong arms firm around my waist Craving your kiss but resist moving in haste Your body gently lays me down Im burning with desire Moving with me perfectly; we share consuming fire You slowly reach to feel my breast My fingernails across your chest Anticipation surges in waves of calm and bliss My body quivers endlessly from just your tiny kiss Lowering my mouth on you, I want to take you in. Passions rise and heated cries bring sweat against my skin My legs embrace your body pressing down upon my soul I starve for you no longer love for you have made me whole No longer will there be a place where I end and you begin Take my hand and lead me where you know Ive never been Cries of passions fill the room as we two become as one Our circle forever closes and our love has just begun We drift to sleep so peacefully, and as real as it was seeming The morning sun shines on my face and I was only dreaming Some paths crossed are not by chance Bound more by fate than circumstance A time will come when this dream is real I will taste the shadow of your soul and your passion feel Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 02:05 AM PST, Sheila Morgan 18 • 0 • 8
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"Strong are your hands that gently cradle my face..."