Besame
Soft to the feel my fingers run
again this day
Feeling their way to their personal
playground, tracing needs longed for
Along the way they'll trip and stumble
but will not be denied, their souls mission
They packed light so as not to burden themselves
and will walk, skip and run along the way to paradise,
one of a kind
At night they'll trace their way upon soft and sumptuous
thoughts, very soft, their final resting place
Their journey long but so worth it, for there peace
becomes theirs, allowing them to press and feel
lips hers
aaaahhh.....
There they will know the pucker of a sweet kiss
writing back home a message of love
A moment if just that to know of her and us and
love long denied
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