She touches my arm in a soft yet excited way;
She withdrawals her doubts and beams genuine smiles at everything I say;
Her perfume, a natural sweetness especially when she plays;
She becomes part of me; fighting those feelings, now stop and pray;
His gifts are glorious as she sings of an exotic land found south and far away;
Of hope, love and faith…that is our shared day.
She is an Angel on magnificent wings, the brightness of wisdom in her eyes;
Her breath kisses life into my soul…takes my spirit beyond the skies.
The softness of her lips I do want to play;
Her tongue darting to taste my wine in such a seductive way;
Finding curiosity in her intelligence that confounds the harsh world of today;
In her arms to find warmth and comfort, she so affectionately displays.
She moves in carefree sensuality…limitless compassion with such ease;
She presses her lips at the right moments just to tease.
She is…I am…who we are…meant to be…friends.
(c) 9/25/2010
FUCKIN GREAT!!!!
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