The touch of His hand causes me to fly like an angel
The sound of His voice takes me to the depth of my soul
The essence of His spirit makes my heart flutter like a butterfly
The light of His smile fetches tears to my eyes
The intention of His play brings the waterfall of my essence roaring from my intimate folds
The look in His eye is consort to my creative spirit
He is the depth and breadth of my wantonness
His is the heart i long to touch
His soul is made of light that shines on the darkest and sweetest areas of my psyche
His kiss wipes the tears from my face
i get lost in the passion of our moments, the kind of lost i hope never to find my way out of.
© Dawn C. Davis 2012
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