by Gerry Legister

Created on: August 13, 2009   Last Updated: February 01, 2010

Dear lover, you are my treasure,

As I follow you through the room,

The lingering trace turns and overpower,

The enchanting scent of your perfume,

You wake me every hour, with this secret power,

In darkness I can see you in the letter,

Moving with shadows of wanton taste,

Naturally to embrace your delicious lips.

The command of mystery surrounds the mind,

Entertaining desire to lust after the phenomenon,

Speaking warmly through anxious mannerism,

To have you near controlling my demon,

Choked inside, my emotions puzzle and cried,

To bring my anxious heart to ecstasy subside,

Acquisition from a world turned upside down,

I go back dreaming in a trance, strutting like a clown.

Dear lover, there's question on my mind,

Attacking fatal heart and bondage deprived soul,

Deep inside the fantasy yearns, to take your gentle hand,

And kiss the fingertips as they warmly twirl,

Exploring together, playing with a warbling touch,

Tunes under my skin, where excess blood flush

Quietly away, the cobwebs of doubt and stress.

To come and deliver my soul again connect with interest,

Dear lover, this nightmare had torn our moment's bliss,

To renew the next hour with more fondant kiss.

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