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My Hearts Forever Yours As I�m holding you tonight, my worlds a better place to be. I know that some are envious, when they see you with me. The karma that surrounds us, gives off a healthy glow. I know you�ll always trust me, my honor always shows. Holding hands in candlelight, soft shadows on your smile. Lashes feathered with your touch, I watched you for a while. Cheeks chiseled from a goddess, nose sculpted with knowing hands. We never seem to tire of love, though the decades span. In my heart you placed the key, I unlocked the door. Tender, gentle, smooth embrace, I kissed your lips once more. My hands have touched the finest cloth, rags compared to you. I�ve seen finely sculpted china, your beauty would subdue. Could I but know within myself, gold or silver run my veins. But you my love, a treasure chest, the jewels that you contain. Flesh of obscure marble, tiny veins deep within. Diamond dusted , sparkling light, your eyes have always been. My blood near the boiling point, when dreams you make come true. Our passion screams and stills the night, when I make love to you. Hearts pound and thunder, muscles never rest, Until the rush of plasmic fluid, then the soft caress. If I could place my dying wish, I want it to be here. I care not if clothed or bare, as long as you are near. Whispered angels passed us by, cupid out of arrows. Wet glistened bodies, as the gap between us narrows Till at last the torment pleasure, then the herald song. Comfort held both heartbeats, that raced for so long. Gentle hands soothed our skin, each touch arousing. She pulled me to her lips, the kisses so astounding. We treasured quieter moments, caress and tender care. A soft cupped neck, a flavored kiss, a tickled ear was bare. Soon the sound of quieted breath, a cuddle we became. I said a prayer for both of us, and quietly spoke her name. The Masked Writer <-.-> � 2001 T Lovett |
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