Wishful Thinking - Poem by Rik Bertrand
Love excites my heart, and I tremble inside.
My blood flows hot, and I go along for the ride.
Passion rises at thought of your tender touch,
And I am looking at maybe releasing the clutch.
Smother me with your body so soft and tender,
I will take it all in, and to you I will surrender.
Kiss me and taste the my lips as they melt onto you,
I want to lie you down on the cool morning dew.
Capturing the scent that you release in heat,
Embedding it in my soul before it can retreat.
Devouring your love puts me in a climatic ecstasy,
and makes me whisper sweet sweet love breathlessly.
Love me my sweet; hold me in your arms so dear,
This is a love that no one should ever fear.
Wrapped in the essence of primal lust of life,
This is one moment where there is no loving strife.
REB (MARCH 2012) just wishful thinking, missing love.
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