You speak to me sweetly with that honey voice of yours Your eyes watch me almost shyly The sparks are flying and you come to me with passion I hold on to you, your cold body wanting to be warmed I press my face against your moist face and hold to your back cold sweat You lean yoiur head to mine connected it seems our minds speak with no words And with no words I awaken still in love with you.
Reason for writing:
A dream...(sigh). Comments welcome.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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