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A LOVER WITH GENTLE HANDS

Lover, touch her with a gentleness
which maker her quiver with passion;
when whispered words matter,
a delightful thought can enlighten
her sublime smile lost in happiness,
what else will she desires more than love?
Inside the fire is unquenchable,
and the joy is unsurmountable:
when it is started and given
by a lover with gentle hands;
a lover whose trust in her is pure!

In that meadow where wild flowers
are a dazzling red and invite fragile butterflies,
the waving grass of the fragrant hill
turns a solar yellow in extreme heat...
as two lovers  weave amazing dreams
by the shade of a willow tree;
and who knows this season better than they?

Lover with gentle hands,
never take those hands away;
keep caressing her, never pretend; 
and whenever she asks for another kiss:
be generous and make her delirious...
as the  southern wind brings
another fragrance of distant memories
that a forgetful lover leaves behind!

Even this memorable day is coming to its end,
and the kisses intensify as you wish for stars...
chasing away the scarlet sunset with impatient eyes;
and she gladly expresses that intense imotion,
never refusing, ever obedient and silently
she lets every sense be taken by imagination...
only feeling the gentle hands of a lover, who demands
nothing more than faithfulness and generosity!   
  

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 4/26/2016 4:17:00 PM
Awesome poem Andrew... LINDA
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Date: 12/26/2009 5:43:00 PM
Andrew~Such a lovely passionate story of love and gentleness outside one with nature. This has to be a favorite piece for me! I could feel and relate to every line! Excellent job!!!!!!!! Love Laura :)
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Date: 6/12/2008 1:53:00 PM
Hello Andrew this poem reminds me of two unselfish people in love.It could almost be a scene for a daytime soap.Continue to write. B BLESS Crystal
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