A Final Command
By sidewinder
Wiser in experience touch by touch, I feel your warmth and by our encounters our eyes reach into places forgotten by most, Somehow our souls touch yet the silence completes us, the moonlight reaches the dawn and draws a mystery forever whispering a secret, Can you hear it? You welcome me just by your presence and a single afternoon touches in a final command. Aug. 20, 2000 Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 10:24 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn love
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"Wiser in experience..."