First Kiss
Your voice thrills me, Your words whispered in my ear, I close my eyes and pretend, As I listen, that your here. Your many notes, dull the hunger, But does not put out the fire, Only causes my love to grow, Along with my need and desire. My thoughts is held capture, By your words of truth and trust, Yet it cannot take the place, Of the need for just your touch. We have a lot, between us. That even miles cannot erase, But I still long for, Your fingers just to touch my face. As doubt crawls in, That your love does exsist, I know it will be settled soon, With our first kiss. Written December 12th, 2001 © on Dec 11 2001 03:22 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 8
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"Your voice thrills me,..."