THE GIFT OF LOVE (SLIGHTY EROTIC)
I look at you across the room,
The magic of the night it blooms,
As candle flickers music plays,
My heart begins to beat in waves.
My soul alive with hearts desire,
Your beauty captured by the fire,
Dancing till the music ends,
Embraced held tight we blend,
We softly touch as eyes embark,
On a lovers course that lights the spark,
Caressing my hands upon your face,
Lifts the level to another state.
As we lay upon the floor,
Our bodies entwine with lust,
Each tender touch revealing more,
The room is full of love.
No holding back we both indulge,
Each sexual movement now unfolds,
A moment that is rare and true,
No letting go stuck like glue.
Impulses taking over we climb,
To a climax so pure so divine,
Tangled together welded as one,
The pleasure of love over whelms.
Slowly the calm after the storm,
Left withered worn to the edge,
We lie side by side and slowly divide,
As we dream of the gift we've been sent.
By B Kingsford Copyright 2004
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