trudy gordon (11-04-90 / new york)

your lips speak soft sweetness,
your touch a cool carresss.
i am lost in your magic,
my heart beats within your heart.

i think of you each morning,
and dream of you each night.
i think of your arms being around me,
and cannot espress my delight.

never have i fallen,
but i am quickly on my way.
you hold a heart in your hands,
that has never before been given away.

trudy lynn gordon