Treasure Island

Dom Hunt

(17/04/1966 / geelong)

I have met you before


I have met you before
Your hair tussled just like that
Standing at the door
Eyes smiling at me

I have heard your voice
Sweet words you have said
I didn't have a choice
You called to my heart

I have seen your eyes
Looking with love
Saying hello not goodbyes
Melting my soul

I have seen you move
In a way that shakes my core
Elegant, soft and smooth
Coming close to me

I have kissed those lips
And felt your breath
Held you by your hips
Immersed myself in you

I have met you before
You are always the same
You make me soar
I have met you in my dreams

Submitted: Saturday, November 23, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 23, 2013

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