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A sense of you · 10 August 05

I can feel your touch upon my skin
Trailing, caressing
Finding out my need, so subtly

Now you are breathing in my ear
Whispering, stirring
Brushing my soul with the lightest touch

You take my senses and make them spin
Dancing, entrancing
Making a sacrifice of my self control

You draw me in to you, to let you in to me
Opening, sharing
Unfurling what is almost buried too deep

You hold me close enough to feel your heart
Beating, longing
So close, it is almost as if you were here

  1. :gulp, gasp and shudder: Whew!

    ;)

    S
    — Soony    Aug 11, 10:29    #
  2. that’s good for me!

    holy smokes sarah…talk about reducing half the population to puddles
    — barry    Aug 11, 10:33    #
  3. I need a cigarette. whew.
    ~c
    — chris    Aug 11, 14:33    #
  4. that is an awesome piece, Sarah! :)
    — KS    Sep 2, 12:47    #
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