The smell of innocence.
A taste of fragrant love.
Encompasses my thoughts.
I wonder what your
soft touch will feel like.
I dream of your smooth lips
lightly touching mine on a
moonlit spring night.
I want the light reflected
from your eyes to penetrate
the darkness of my life.
I need the sureness
of your hand given
in my drowning moments
of insecurity.

05/01/2003

Posted on 05/01/2003
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