Poem 1
2002-08-30 - 11:08 a.m.

My lover can read what is in my eyes.
He is a desire I am reluctant to have,
For his power over me is wonderous.

His blue eyes are entrancing and soft.
His sweet kisses are dangerously loving.
His body is stong and amazingly hard.
His heart is mine to touch.

He touches me gently but kissed me fiercely - drawing out my own desires for him.
we move
together
in constant motion
in constant rhythum
fitting together
perfectly.


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