Touch softly now, your sweet lips-
gently, as I am in your fingertips.
Within this touch I leave a kiss.
You bring me near by doing this.
Unnumbered times, I think of you,
I wonder if you’ve done this, too.
The door is not bolted nor on the catch.
Should you come by, there is no latch.
There is warmth and comfort here
A welcome meant for you, my dear.
My heart will never turn away,
Though well, I know, you cannot stay.
Your heart still whispers back to me,
betrays a love is there, you see.
When you need what I hold true,
drift on a dream, I’ll come for you.
We’ll feel each other close and warm
to calm the winds, belay the storm.
Then gone again, on your way -
free to return another day.
I am left to wonder, still -
Will you return, have you the will?
If I softly touch my lips
will you be in my fingertips?
Within a soft touch, by doing this,
will you warm me with a distant kiss?
Lin Cava©
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 5:55 AM UTC
Touch softly now, your sweet lips-
gently, as I am in your fingertips.
Within this touch I leave a kiss.
You bring me near by doing this.
Unnumbered times, I think of you,
I wonder if you’ve done this, too.
The door is not bolted nor on the catch.
Should you come by, there is no latch.
There is warmth and comfort here
A welcome meant for you, my dear.
My heart will never turn away,
Though well, I know, you cannot stay.
Your heart still whispers back to me,
betrays a love is there, you see.
When you need what I hold true,
drift on a dream, I’ll come for you.
We’ll feel each other close and warm
to calm the winds, belay the storm.
Then gone again, on your way -
free to return another day.
I am left to wonder, still -
Will you return, have you the will?
If I softly touch my lips
will you be in my fingertips?
Within a soft touch, by doing this,
will you warm me with a distant kiss?
Lin Cava©
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