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Sitting beneath the honeysuckle at streams most edge The light of the pale moon softly seeping through Watching as the water flows slowly down stream Hearing the Whipper will’s lonely sad call Then silence as she waits for a lover’s response In the silence of the night my loneliness matching her’s Oh how I ache for the soft touch of your skin upon mine Thinking of you as I sit here, wondering if you think of me Lost with thoughts of you dancing in my mind, and how I wish I had more time. Dreaming of your soft caress, The touch of your lips upon mine Visions of love and happiness without distress No more tears of sorrow, or love’s lost quest I dream of your sweet breath against my skin How your lips would feel with their gentle caress To softly kiss your lips , your eyes, at last your breast To gently and slowly make love as only lover’s can Oh the joy it would bring just to watch a sunset, just you and me A walk upon a sandy stream, a picnic on a grassy knoll All these things I would love to be, me with you and you with me As time draws nearer with deaths last caress I know it will never be The distance that spans between you and me might as well be the sea No tears now as I release the dream I’ve come to realize how it’s to be Of all the things I regret the most it’s that I’ll never know my lover’s touch Only through words on a screen will she know of my touch, kiss and love for her Is this cruelty you may ask? No I think not for with out it imagine how lonely our lives would truly be It’s in here you see that we laugh cry and sing. Love found and lost and found again Family and friends you come to love so dear and none ever very near
Copyright 1998, Kishiria© |
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