Sometimes its a song,
sometimes its a place
that leads to me recall
your touch, your face.
Or, the midnight stars
that dance like your eyes.
The passions deep
we could not disguise.
Intimate moments
I shared with you;
dreams of desire
we dared make come true.
Your body blending
so well with mine ~
brought passions to peak
so intense, so divine.
Smiles of pleasure
so willingly exchanged,
this union of souls
by love arranged.
Adrift upon aeons,
we'll ride the nights
bringing pleasure contained
within passionate delights.
And when our days
meld into silvered years ~
we'll still find the wonder
of each other near.
2001 © Chelle
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