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

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