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Ria M Feb 2013
My glorious and handsome editor,
there are so many things
I would like to share with you.
To name but a few;

Kisses under the mistletoe,
Breakfast in bed,
Walks along the beach, on a windy day.

A good bottle of red, next to a roaring fire,
Another lost weekend in the Lake District,
My 50th birthday
And Grandchildren with blonde hair and button noses.

I will of course settle for a couple of pints,
And a fumble outside the pub.
Ria M Feb 2013
Caresses like needles running down my spine,
Tattoo me with kisses and leave me,
Forever with your mark.

A desire burning - smoke streams from my lungs
As secret cigarettes smoulder on my skin
Your touch like iron-red pokers,
Melts and moulds me in your image.

Daggers flit in my stomach,
Butterflies disturbed by your gaze
Razor blades their wings.
A touch so tender
Cut me again.

— The End —