enticed The scent of you lingering within my clothes, upon my skin - the taste of your mouth mingled with mine dreams of your eyes locked into mine your hands on me holding, moving, caressing reassuring I drift on the surface of sleep for hours never diving below the surface as I am too riddled with passion to be calm Dreams of you tease and torment while I lay in the dark alone... � K.E.Cline 10/04/00 |