Your memory comes to me,
in a spirit form of the wind.
That's gentle and passionate,
as I sleep deep in my dream.
When you touch me,
I spread my arms apart.
To meet "YOU" as the wind,
pressed against my chest.
I fold my arms to hold,
and feel you close to me.
As I look to see your eyes,
and nothing is there,
but empty space between me.
Before I can move a lite breeze,
presses softly against my lips.
Then I knew you had just kiss me,
in your own special way.
The sweet moist lucious taste,
that you gave in a honeysuckle kiss.
Makes me interested in the smell,
of your perfume that I have consumed.
Sign: Raymond Starns
and Revised Date from 4/98 to 4/15/2007
