Monday, January 30, 2006


Let us soar on this cadence dearest
Whilst my sweet nothings
Send you to a rapture

Let us weave gossamer dreams dearest
Whilst silk of my hair
Tickles your face

Let your rough stubble prick me dearest
Whilst my soft skin
Gifts you this world

Let this sweet embrace melt me dearest
Whilst cry of my soul
Is heard by your heart

Let promise of life fulfill dearest
Whilst you throb within me
My eyes close at last

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