By. Brandon Moore
Your silent glances are that which I long for,
Your tender caress is soft as a feather,
Your beautiful hair flows and sways,
Your eyes are like jewels, reflecting you inner light,
That light shines, and its always around you,
You hands are smooth as molten wax,
Your breath is hot on my neck,
Your touch is like angel wings, soft and sweeping,
Your voice is like a siren, calling to me,
Your face is like a medusa, it turns me to stone,
Until your sweet caress touch me again…
Copyright 2008, Brandon Moore.
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