I confess, My dream’s desire, Wanting your caress, You to be my temptress, Enchantress of heart, My dream’s desire, To give you no rest, Having all of you, no less, Your fingertips graze my lips, Self-control you test, My wanting you.
Three words that can alter the outcome and morph an attitude of an entire day when received producing an erruption of intangibility exhuded by the individual receiving the message adding a voluminious effect if the feeling is now mutual.
Silently without thought He slides his arm around her waist. Brushing her face with his finger Her soul feels embraced. Nothing needs to be said It is written across his face The love they feel for each other Could never be replaced. But there is something Buried deep inside his head Something to which she cannot access Something which she will always dread. There is a frown that passes his brow Each time he looks lovingly at her It rings alarm bells in her mind An emotion she would transfer. Does he love her? I am sure that he does He stays with her so that is clear A shiver runs down her spine And now she have everything to fear. The grip tightens She looks at him as if she’s under review. His icy blue eyes smile and he whispers to her “My darling, you are my life, I do love you.