You kiss me beneath the violet blue, sunset orangish and gold like the color of a ring, set in sapphire and jasmine, the sparkling glint that the first stars bring from within the twilight, short haired and vibrant, strong as a fine steed, the visions of a daring courageous female knight, giving rise to another exotic and elated feeling, a memory of feeling warm in the arms of a dream.
The playfulness of your eyes, subtle glances, of respites and revelry, of moon stones and magic trances, memories of a time when I felt like the lips of a short haired Goddess had touched mine. I can not ask for more than this special place I want to be, for this there is no greater yearning, this being the kiss which sets me free.
You hold me, and in your arms I am alive, for the first time I feel I must confess, I had your hand and your heart, envisioned our love though it's only the greatest test. I can promise you anything, but first you must show me the way. I will never be whole until you kiss me like you did in my minds eye, your caress by the tree when the sun fell at the end of that day.