I look at you and see the glorious curves of your body
Wishing I could trace and caress each curve with my finger tips.
Your lips are a desire to me, wishing I could taste the sweetness,
and Wanting to devour each kiss we make.
Your hair shines like the morning sun and with each morning it is a desire,
to smell the scent of it and feel it’s seduction with each touch of my fingers.
Your eyes hold a world of love, caring and faith, but they have the hint,
of seduction. Each time I look into their beauty I am lost deep within them.
I have a desire to hold you so tight but yet softly with in my arms,
I want you know and feel the love with in my arms that makes us as one with love.
9-25-09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem