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Jul 2014
The sun begins to set
I see us standing there
Hand in hand
Can’t help but stare

The moon and the stars
I see the beach, a fire, a glow.
Sweetly singing and dancing
You dipping me slow

You draw me near
With a whisper in my ear
A kiss on the cheek
I can’t even speak

Your piercing eyes
Could be my demise
Your shoulders, strong and bare
Wrap me up, take me anywhere

A knowing sigh
The ache in my heart
This longing
Begs us not to part

Passion restrained
Three words I know but can’t say
Waiting
Hoping
Praying
For that desired day
…and dearest, it will be worth it.
M K Whitmore
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