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EYES

His lips told me of the love he felt
Soft, warm and flowing
His arms so strong made me feel at home
Safe and secure
His hand
gentle
upon my cheek
gave me the sense of his tender touch
But
His eyes were the volumes I would read
Eyes that whispered so loud
like words cannot
Eyes that touched me
ever so soft
held me in a glance
knowing
understanding
and
giving
A tool of his soul
working magnificent
magic
wondrous eyes
they are my lovers
lips
arms
hands
instrument of his
passionate
longing
hearts desires
Primeur Danseur
upon my heart
forever

(98)

Drifting

Sometimes
in the middle of the night
I drift into you
The feeling more magical than a baby's laugh
and
just as sweet
Sometimes
I hear you cooing into my ear
whispers of hows ansd whys and wonderful promises
of how you will delight me
Sometimes
I feel those promises
so real upon my skin
Your words are electric and I feel their charge
Straight to the heart
Sometimes
in the middle of the night
I drift into you
or is it
You, drift into me

JANDYH
(98)