You kinow who you are

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE Loving the things you do to me, you know who you are, Holding me close throughout each night, journeying from afar. Muscles rippling, sweet voice whispering, right unto the dawn. Knowing this love we have is right, comforting and warm. Long embraces, passionate faces, meeting each new need. Bodies entwining, no longer pining, satisfying greed. Hands exploring, eyes adoring, never let it stop. Senses reeling, like minds feeling, taken to the top. Lover of the tender hours, filling days with sweet fresh flowers. Night aglow, we both know, this heaven will go on for hours. Take me to the heights of passion, as it is your splendid fashion, Feeling the fervour and the fire, of this wondrous, deep desire. You take such care, just to be there, in all my waking hours. Sweet voice caressing, such a blessing, this love, at last, is ours. Teaching love, and sweet acceptance, of hope, and faith and trust, Erasing scars so deep, with healing, listen, observe, learn, I must. Under your spell I wait no longer for fulfilment of my soul, Within your gentle love, and tenderness, you have made this woman whole. Roam within my heart forever, seek each feeling, each desire. Lie in bliss with me eternally, never extinguish this deep fire Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 10:54 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg   0 • 8