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She comes to me in the deadness of night
Her fingertips are feather light
Along my spine they gently go
To show me that she loves me so
Although I know that she’s not here
I feel her breath, I feel she’s near
A virtual kiss, a virtual touch
Reminds me that I’m loved so much
The feeling’s real but at morning light
My virtual lover’s taken flight
But when I slumber every night
My virtual lover still holds me tight


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Ever watch a butterfly dancing in the sky ?

She dances, like a woman swaying as she walks down the street.

Light as a breeze on a summer's day,

she glides

from moment to moment.

For a second, she pauses and lands for a kiss

Only for a second.

Eyes as blue as the sky,

flash,

revealing the pain deep within her soul.

I reach out to warm the cold, lonely place in her fragile heart.

But In the blink of an eye, she's gone,

that butterfly dancing down the street.

Paint me a Picture of a love unrefined.
One that is simple with no complications to find .

Show me the way to become what it should be..

Just paint me a picture simple and true, of a love

That is not distant and out of reach

Love Making

If Love is a many splendid thing
Let the music play,
As our bodies sway
To and fro
And our lips make claims
On each other
To feed the hunger
Long brewing.

If Love’s rose only grows in spring
Let the snow melt away
As our fingers stray
Down below
And let our thirst for the other
Be quenched
By the nectar of
desire.

If Love is a reason for living
Let the sun rise and set
Before ever we rest
In the glow
Of the fire of passion
Lit between thighs intertwined
To fulfill this need
Long denied

If Love is a risk
Worth taking
Let me never stop making
Love with you

Kiss me once ,
soft against my lips
like a whisper
traced upon a breath;
let me languish in the pools
within your eyes;
wrap me in your soft embrace
with a caress so warm and tender
that it melts me like a candle

Kiss me twice .
brush your lips again across my own,
taste my passion
with the tip of your tongue
as it dips into the whimpering moans
trailing breathless from my throat;
ink your passion on my soul
with your fingertips
pressed gently on my skin

Kiss me always
in our dreams that last forever
on the rain that falls softly on my cheek
riding on the evening breeze;
in the moonbeams that gently trace
romantic shadows on your face
and in the sun that graces morning
with a warm and mellow glow.

Just kiss me !