The Art of Love, A Sonnet?
You hear my bare feet, as I slowly stride Behind you. I reach for your hair so sweet. Brush it away, I do, for within pride, I come to you, tonight. As our hearts meet. I reach, and my fingers gently brush the Hair from your neck, to be replaced with kiss Soft, warm kisses, all for you, dear lady You felt my passion before I arrived, Your sensual stance, awakens as this, For you. Your lips, for me, they do divide. Your eyes, they sparkle in the moonlight, bring Yourself to me. For it’s I who love you. My lips explore their way, around to yours, And my warm breath shows my desire, for you © Jonathan Wikkins November 7th, 2001 Revised February 23, 2008 All Rights ReservedWritten November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 11:17 PM PST, David Michael Shurtleff love
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"You hear my bare feet, as I slowly stride ..."