Seeking You


Dreaming...in a trance
Broken only by the sound of your voice,
The feel of your fingertips.
A soft touch, a sweet carress...
My mind clears and searches for you.
My lungs take in air and the
Musky scent of your skin fills them.
My eyes fill with your beauty and
My fingers urge me to touch your cheek.
Heavenly...divine...my heart sings our song.



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