Her Heart Poem by Laurie hill
Her Heart
Stirring from a slumber deep,
her hand sought mine,
Her eyes still bathed in shades of sleep,
Her lips sought mine,
Gently sighing, soft my name,
As gentle as the summer rain,
Her warmth and scent, her yielding form,
As sunshine on a winters morn,
Her heart, was mine.
What more could you ask for, a touchingly beautiful write Laurie, 10 Lynda xx
And so is mine (my heart yours) . How many women on this site adore you as I do? Your words, how can we refuse your words? Susan
Sounds like her heart is yours, a most lovely morning wake up call, awe I recall those. Beautiful a 10
ah... heavenly... to be awakened gently by a lover on a leisurely morning.... instead of a cold jarring alarm clock! !
Deep emotion, short but big in love and tenderness - you have just started and we are settling down for years of reading your work. Thank you...Cindy
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How very romantic :) Lucky lady as there is nothing like waking beside your beloved. Thank you for sharing.