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Friday, September 12, 2008

Meeting You

As I walked to meet you, I dreamt,
I dreamt awake in a cool winter night,
Wonderful dreams, that I couldn't believe,
My mind wandered, I wanted to taste your lips.
I stopped on a corner, and thought again
How wonderful our afternoon would be
Pleasing, enjoying each other's company
Till we reached that point, of ecstasy.
Then as I sipped my wine at a table all alone,
I fantasize that our lips met in a wonderful kiss,
The prelude to a fantastic and beautiful fizz,
That would take us to total bliss.
Ah! How wonderful imagination can be
But greater the pleasure of our bodies
Teasing, tasting, caressing one another,
I can wait to feel you, to taste you, to delight you.
You are like a fixture in my mind,
Even when I don't think of you, I do
And think of us making love under the sun,
But most wonderful would be under the moon.
Ah! How wonderful imagination can be
But greater the pleasure of our bodies
Teasing, tasting, caressing one another,
I can wait to feel you, to taste you, to delight you.