Come Here

By
Christopher J. Thomasson

Come here my love.
Let me see
Deep into your
Chocolate eyes.
The depth of their sparkle,
The tenderness of their gaze.

Come here my love.
Let me kiss
Your lips of honey.
The sweetness of your mouth,
The sensuality of your tongue,
Dancing with mine.

Come here my love.
Let me caress
Your silky skin.
Sweet as whipped cream,
My kisses raising
The sensitivity of your flesh.

Come here my love.
Let me run
My fingers through
Your blackberry hair.
I know you want me,
Just as I want you…

Come here my love.
Come here…

For Debra…

Copyright February 2001 by Christopher J. Thomasson

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