Saturday, February 25, 2006

An Intimate Dinner

Bat your eyes.
Smile with your heart.
Hold my hand
as if we'd never be apart.

Twirl your hair.
Laugh like it's your last.
Touch me
to reminisce into my past.

Kiss my lips.
Dream of my naked form.
Stroke my arm
with lingering fingers warm.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

"We never forget those who make us blush." Jean-François de la' Harpe

26 February, 2006 23:21  

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