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

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