Like a flower thirsts for water in a sun parched land, My skin searches for warmth in your touch. I long to be caressed by the love in your hand. My very soul searches my memory for your thoughts. My skin radiates love from our last embrace. I smile when I think of soft flowing golden locks. It may take a rudder to turn ships. But you are the wind that fills my sails. I feel the power of thunderous waves in your lips. If the sun comes up, it must go down. So is this, if my heart feels sorrow, My mind turns to you, in your aqueous love I drown. But there are times when my parched heart thirsts. You refresh my soul in a mist of love. You, my dear, quench my thirst.
Reason for writing:
A good friend wrote this to me and I really enjoyed it. I want to share his talent.
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