A moment -
lingers -
as my thoughts
turn to you-
passionate sensuality
erupts within my soul.
Many enter my life
but few like you
loving life;
loving soul;
loving self.
To pass a moment
within your arms,
caressed within care
and compassion
lies in my heart
as a rock on a hill
embedded within
the history of Mother Earth
knowing the time
will come -
though attempting patience
as sensuality turns
to lust
and passion becomes
overbearing.
Copyright V. Rose 1999
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