Fingers And Pulse Poem by Sharron Stephenson

place the hand on my heart and fell it,
beat,
whisper gently the words i wish to know,
wrap those loving arms around my back,
and hold me for ever more,
the moves you make makes me smile,

save the tender toches untill we are,
alone,
when the passion hits the heart the pulse,
will rise, the eyes will widden and gkow,
the earth will move when our bodies,
become on,

rub the fingers across my soul and,
allow the breath of love to flow untill,
the morning sun,

but was it alla dream, and you made,
it come true