Herewith my heart, my love, my life
Light cast the hand that seeks to please,
To touch a lady where she needs,
To know the tender lips that move,
Want all her love, no games, no rules.
A whisper kiss, a touch so light,
Fingers teasing, squealing sighs,
Roll closer, deeper, squeeze, caress,
The moon is young, there’s all night yet.
No place in heaven yet conceived,
Can match the joy you bring to me,
Can turn my head, nor draw my heart,
To be with you is all I want.
What price the dreams of love’s intent?
Fulfilled perspiring hearts now spent,
A love-dipped kiss , a sleepy smile,
Herewith my heart, my love, my life.
© Joseph G Dawson
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