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Anticipation
Jasmine, darling how can we not
anticipate that first time we meet.
I dream about that day,
an wonder how it will be.
Will it be at an airport waiting room,
or at your home at your front door?
Will I see you first from a distants or will
you be up close just through a window?
Jasmine, can you feel that
excitment with me?
the shives that will fill our
bodies when we see each other.
Would you be running to me
at an airport or on the street?
It would be like slow motion I am sure,
you floating to me as you moved closer to me.
The anticipation of your first touch,
something that I want so much.
It would bring me to tears.
to feel you in my arms.
To feel the first hug from your sweet arms.
will feel like heaven I am sure.
Then there is the kiss from your lips,
I have longed for there touch for so long.
Then to look into your eyes
and tell you how beautiful you are.
I have waited so long to hear you say
I love you Mark, as tears kisses your cheek.
I would blot them dry with my handkerchief.
brought with me just for that reason.
To treasure them later and know that on it,
still are your tears of the first meeting.
It is with great anticipation,
I long for that meeting.
Having you with me
sound so appealing.
I love you more with each passing day.
I need to feel you in my arms.
Your beautiful body,
pressing hard against me.
Anticipating the feeling of you near,
Is a dream that is with me always.
I dream of sharing my life with you,
never to part.
With All My Love, Mark
March 31, 2003
Everything
in
place
now
Time
for
her
to
go
Taking
time
to
look
her
best
Tonight
she'll
really
glow
Walks
into
that
special
hall
Where
music
is
renown
Crystal
ball
is
turning
now
Drenching
lights
her
crown
Glistening
with
such
beauty
Her
head
is
held
up
high
Searching
for
that
partner
That
gives
her
heart
a
sigh
There
he
is
across
the
room
He's
walking
to
her
side
Takes
her
hand
and
pulls
her
close
Upon
the
floor
they
glide
No
one
says
a
single
word
She
looks
to
him
and
then
Lifts
her
chin
and
gives
a
wink
Her
head
begins
to
spin
Holds
her
as
they
twirl
around
She
follows
him
with
ease
Whispers
softly
in
her
ear
Save
the
next
dance
please.
~
Francine
Pucillo
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