A Dream the crash of surf... so softly do i even pretend so dearly so i imagine.......mmmmmm warmly , i hold you to me your soft flesh perfectly mixed with my form your dearest smells, and tastes to compliment me your wonder to brighten my darkness there is a sea, softer than a whisper it slides over this sanded shore each next union, they two for that instant become one thing rushing over her, that sea licks her clean taking with him ever back ......her essence and at that precise moment leaving her marked forever with himself you are that paradise , that perfect shore that devine beach and i would be that sea , were i only able but surely you are that perfect lover .... whispers of passions fire someday ask me ....someday when life is slow or perhaps when life seems too fast, we will go there together together we will recall that night i took your kisses the thousand hundred kisses the moon made on that sea the softest sighs the surf made surrendering to that beach dearly they were perfect lovers...as we are in my dreams you are more ..more than deserving a dream..more and i am so blessed to be able to call you dream to call you fantasy, to be able to call you love whispers now soft and near sweetly sleep here and dear......... Return To Home Page Dawn Anil Battle within Willow Soldier's Kiss lowethor@hotmail.com
A Dream the crash of surf... so softly do i even pretend so dearly so i imagine.......mmmmmm warmly , i hold you to me your soft flesh perfectly mixed with my form your dearest smells, and tastes to compliment me your wonder to brighten my darkness there is a sea, softer than a whisper it slides over this sanded shore each next union, they two for that instant become one thing rushing over her, that sea licks her clean taking with him ever back ......her essence and at that precise moment leaving her marked forever with himself you are that paradise , that perfect shore that devine beach and i would be that sea , were i only able but surely you are that perfect lover .... whispers of passions fire someday ask me ....someday when life is slow or perhaps when life seems too fast, we will go there together together we will recall that night i took your kisses the thousand hundred kisses the moon made on that sea the softest sighs the surf made surrendering to that beach dearly they were perfect lovers...as we are in my dreams you are more ..more than deserving a dream..more and i am so blessed to be able to call you dream to call you fantasy, to be able to call you love whispers now soft and near sweetly sleep here and dear.........
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