Your skin glows like the cherry, blossoms hot as The rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your sweet voice and leaps like A bunny at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into The twilight of moonbeams and hold next to my Lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears Of past pain.
As my dress falls from my body, it reminds me of Your touch.
In the quiet, I listen for the last whisper of The day.
My heated heart leaps to my soul. I wait in the Moonlight for your secret desire so that we may Become as one, heart to heart, in search of the Magnificient passion and mystical extacy of love.
-By Me
