My fingers move across this page with a light touch
As though I'm kissing you
My hands stroke my pen
Like I caressed your body
Under the moon
My arms help draw the picture of the memories of those
Passionate nights
Of
Love making
Dream creating
Breathe taking
Filled
Ecstasy
My eyes envision us
Our future
As finish
This
Masterpiece
Of our
Love affair
My ears
Hear your
Voice
Calling me
As I stroke
Your pages
Writings
Turning
Into
Realities
Of Us
Stroking
Inking
And
Writing
By way
To
Your
Heart.
Let me
Write you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
The Silent Stalker.
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