For every moment, of
every day, in
every way,
my thoughts,
hopes, and
dreams, are
filled with you,
for every scene of the past,
there is a
new one,
playing out just as beautifully,
just as lyrical,
for you are
beautiful in every way,
to leave everything unrealized
would be devastating.
Having
danced through so many scenes,
this one has the most tender beat,
calm and
gentle as a summer’s breeze,
warming at first light,
a gentle brush of
fingertips,
teasing as lips touch,
tendrils tickle the senses, for
every touch
knowingly placed,
gently easing into nights embrace,
persuading.
Copyright © June 7th, 2012 C. S. Walls
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