Nov 2018
I think
How wonderful it would feel,
Your lips on mine
Soft and gentle…
Yet intent.
(Sigh)
That
And your smiling,
Dancing
Eyes.
(Tingle)
(Laugh)
How wonderful it would feel,
Your lips on mine
Soft and gentle…
Yet intent.
(Sigh)
That
And your smiling,
Dancing
Eyes.
(Tingle)
(Laugh)
Sometimes poems represent memory, sometimes desire. This one makes me think of Tantalus. Where will it place you?
(69/M/The Meadows)
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