As one
*** As one ***
The sound of your voice
In the middle of the night
The battle in my heart
When my feelings start to fight
The feel of your touch
When I meet you in my dreams
The emptiness in my head
When my soul suddenly screams
My love is growing
With great desire
My lips taste nothing
untill you set them on fire
And the sweet taste
Of an everlasting love
Makes them burn an eternity….
Or longer…
My body aches for your hands
For your fingers
To feel
To admire
My soul longs for yours
To melt with mine
To share
My love
My passion
My everything
As one
Reacties op dit gedicht
| yago: | Dinsdag, augustus 04, 2015 15:33 |
| Zo mooi... to admire ...does the trick | |
| The unreachable: | Woensdag, augustus 24, 2005 12:46 |
| :-) Mooi hoe je de achtergrond en alles zo goed doet "matchen"..Great poem. | |
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| Auteur: Rhiannon | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 september 2003 | ||
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