Dance
By silverael
Your gentle touch, so light like Flowers floating on the breeze, Makes my senses reel... Your lips upon my skin, tender, Dance across my flesh as Fire, burning, branding, claiming... Your hands drive doubt from my mind, Caressing, embracing, a summer wind, Whispering soundless desires... I am helpless to resist, so overwhelmed, Drunk on the heady exhiliration of Your body pressed against mine, Melting against me, completing me, Filling me where I was once empty... Mindless, delightfully inebriated by The feel of you, the smell of you, the taste of you The whole universe Spirals In one wonderful, beautiful swirl of Passion, emotion, sensation Where the line between "you" and "me" Is blurred, diminished in sharing, As we collapse into each other's arms... Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 04:37 PM PST, Elizabeth Botkin 0 • 8
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