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Completely Yours
Completely Yours
I drown within the clear brown pools that are her eyes.
I see the clarity and vision within the windows to her soul.
Her eyes are true and clear,
Her lips are so soft and warm.
I feel the earth move beneath me,
When she descends her mouth onto mine.
She tastes of the sweetest strawberries in summer,
And like warm chocolate on a cold winter's day.
Sensual and warm is how she makes me feel all over,
I cannot get enough of her touch on my body.
Her fingers feel like silk when they explore my face,
Delicate and caressing . . . soft is her touch.
I am a baby in her arms,
Her embrace is soft and bold.
Love is what I feel when she holds me.
She hugs me and always pulls me close.
When I look up in her face,
I see the smile awaiting me there in her eyes.
Amidst the warmth of her loving smile greets me.
And here, I now know, my heart shall always remain.
The wind gently blows around us.
It feels as though I am lifted from this world of pain,
To one with a thousand hues of colors.
Rainbows are the carpets beneath my feet.
When we are within the circle of each other’s arms
By nutbuster
I drown within the clear brown pools that are her eyes.
I see the clarity and vision within the windows to her soul.
Her eyes are true and clear,
Her lips are so soft and warm.
I feel the earth move beneath me,
When she descends her mouth onto mine.
She tastes of the sweetest strawberries in summer,
And like warm chocolate on a cold winter's day.
Sensual and warm is how she makes me feel all over,
I cannot get enough of her touch on my body.
Her fingers feel like silk when they explore my face,
Delicate and caressing . . . soft is her touch.
I am a baby in her arms,
Her embrace is soft and bold.
Love is what I feel when she holds me.
She hugs me and always pulls me close.
When I look up in her face,
I see the smile awaiting me there in her eyes.
Amidst the warmth of her loving smile greets me.
And here, I now know, my heart shall always remain.
The wind gently blows around us.
It feels as though I am lifted from this world of pain,
To one with a thousand hues of colors.
Rainbows are the carpets beneath my feet.
When we are within the circle of each other’s arms
By nutbuster
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