Yours are the arms that hold me
And give me comfort through the night.
When need is great and
fills my mind,
Your words are soothing…always
And there is comfort in the
Of lips that give a kiss to seal,
Feelings we share that shake
And stoke loves’ fires to red hot glow.
Two souls that meet somewhere
Converge as one, come face to face.
To mesh together,
become as one,
Long night too soon, replaced by
Yet eager for another
Where fantasies take wing and flight.
From loving, tender,
Feelings wild and free, and ne’er
© 2003 Loree (Mason)