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Jun 2017
His senseless touch awakes
My dead sunken emotions
Thrilling tingle it creates
Changing my physic motions

Passionate chill, grows within
Parting lips hesitate to speak
Brain clouds my thoughts in
As my senses surrender, I feel weak

A gentle kiss on my forehead
Assuring me, all will be fine
He sensed, I may be scared
So he whispered, "you are mine"

Slowly melting down in his arms
Watching the mesmerizing sunset
Capturing the cast shadow of palms
Finally ours lips, passionately met...


©sim
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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