Oct 29, 2004 15:14
with eyes wide open
I dream of a memory.
your gentle touch lazily lingers
leaving me wanting;
I feel your strong body
lightly against my form;
your hands holding my hips,
using them as a guide;
my arms wrap around your neck,
washing out the world.
together we move;
the music making us marionettes.
the rhythm rolls on
and we dance as one.
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Truly.
Thank you.
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