I want to look into your eyes and see smiles therein that lie.
I want to touch your hand and touching, the quivering in your soul
tangles into me.
Would that I could slip into the empty seat beside you in a shadowy theatre,
the fragrance of your skin intoxicating me.
To rove a deserted white-sand shoreline,
To hear your laughter brightening the already impossibly brilliant waters,
while arching dolphins paint the horizon,
these memories I desire.
If I could gather you in my arms, Id know the swell of your breasts against mine.
If I could linger upon your lips to kiss, surely never could I stop.
I long to gaze upon a star and present you with the wish,
simply to glimpse the wonder grazing your unexpecting heart.
I long to pick a white rose to give you in the moonlight,
in your hand merely to see it glistening.
To look on you, sleeping, in mornings silence supernal,
would cause me to weep a single tear of enchantment.
To savour the liquid fieriness of the passions I rouse in you
would probably make me drunk.
And neither the oceans song-haunted calm,
nor the salt seas misted hush
shall dispel the swelling storm you shape.
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