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You ran one gentle finger
Light as spidersilk across my face
Painting my world with brilliance
Painting my soul with joy.
Breath, a mere tremble of lungs
Electric connection established
Nothing left in existence
Except your love.
Creature of Passion
I find myself in you
.
My every realm
Encompassed in a kiss
Longing filling me
To hold this Lover's hand
And watch rippling waters
Beside our river.
Holding you close
As we recline
Secluded, alone,
At last.
Dreaming of your soft lips
Your touch
Every passin within me
Rising to cresendo.
I want to talk without words
Press myself against you
Wanting, desiring,
Knowing this to be true.
Wanting to make Love
To give presence to our thoughts
Made for each other
We passionate creatures
.
