The lovers dance
Need not be near
Tis not by chance
That brings us here
In time and space
I hold you close
I breathe your face
In measured dose
Your body firmly touches mine
And passion pours aflame
The words burn on each measured line
Each thrust and pulse the same
Then spent we rest in sweet repose
And sleep to hold each other close.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
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