You and me
The lust for love, the race, the chase,
The hours between when hearts can't wait,
The eager lips, the hungry eyes,
The heaving breast that cannot lie.
Has my watch stopped, is it still noon?
My thoughts keep racing back to you,
Oh, how the hours drag on and on,
When all I want is all your love.
Daylight dims to starlit night,
To rolling dreams where passion thrives,
Where sweet embrace is born afresh,
And time stood still since last we met.
A burning kiss, the fire is fanned
A thrilling squeeze, a guided hand,
A love bite where no one can see,
Except that is for you and me.
© Joseph G Dawson
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