I dream on the wings of an angel
Who doesn’t see her wings
Or hear the flutter of the laughter
She uses to protect her flight
The beauty of those wings
Caressing the wind’s grace
Touch my soul with each pass
While I set gently alight
Her touch soothes my eagerness
Like a lioness preening her cub
Caring not for anything but her
I’m found and free in her presence
To be everything I am and will be
Today, tomorrow and forever
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Time. Stop. (Jan 7, 2009)
My fingers keep flying
The day still passing
I can't stop thinking
Of your hips swaying
In my mind playing
Slow down, I shouldn't
To savor the moment
Of your dream scent
Too much time spent
Staying my movement
The day still going
It won't be slowing
Your eyes twinkling
I am not resisting
Hints of your feeling
My soul's desire
You're my hearts fire
Exciting me higher
Not only to admire
But to seek love's ire
Time has just stopped
Lost, I am tripped
And dreaming paralyzed
Of when we touched
And lips last kissed
The day still passing
I can't stop thinking
Of your hips swaying
In my mind playing
Slow down, I shouldn't
To savor the moment
Of your dream scent
Too much time spent
Staying my movement
The day still going
It won't be slowing
Your eyes twinkling
I am not resisting
Hints of your feeling
My soul's desire
You're my hearts fire
Exciting me higher
Not only to admire
But to seek love's ire
Time has just stopped
Lost, I am tripped
And dreaming paralyzed
Of when we touched
And lips last kissed
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