| "Is This Love?" |
| We said goodnight and pleasant dreams, Thinking of you, what else could they be? Your image is engraved and etched in my mind. I wonder...Is this what love is? Much more than affection is what I feel. I exhilarate at the mere sight of you, And plunge into despair when you leave. Can this be...Is this what is meant by love? I want to reveal all that I am. I'm desperate to unlock and bare my soul. My heart, once constrained, is opening for you. Could this be...Is this what love is like? Forever with me, you're all that I see. That smile dancing across your lips. The sound of your voice, draws me near. I blush...Is this how love can feel? Late at night, alone amongst my pillows. Thoughts of you bring on guilty pleasures. It is an extension of your arousing presence. Behave!!...Is this what love can do? Shall I stop, and refrain from this display, Of wanting to feel that ecstasy within? I acquiesce and comply with my body's need. Sigh...Is this where love can lead? Imagining our bodies...close, bare, and intertwined. Embracing and melting into each others arms. My mind reels as thoughts of us fill the air. Woooo...Is this what loving does? I touch, and gently...softly, it's your touch. A most sensual tremor befalls me. As I soar high above the billowing clouds, Oh Coooo...Is this when love seems real? Breathless and spent, visually hazy and still. Yet, I cannot escape what brought me to this. Born from you is a sexual desire...urgency. My Heart...Is this my love for you? Charlotte |
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