Tug of Desire
I can see you, my love; you arrive with wind swept hair and whisper softly against my pillow. With a touch, you bring the summer heat to my heart and a garden full of lush red roses. The taste and feel of you is delicious, and I feast on your closeness, while fire sizzles along my every nerve. As the stars burn in a black velvet sky, I'm lost to you and the familiar and magnificent tug of desire that only you can inspire. Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 07:16 AM PST 10 • 0
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"I can see you, my love;..."