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A Lovers Dialogue

Your silhouette fills my head, Your perfume fills the air The sound of your voice touches my heart, your words spoken sweetly like honey dripping off your tender lips. My love, my precious one, you are with me always. In the dark hours of the night, in the earlier morning before the sun breaks the eastern sky, you are on my mind. My lover, my friend, my confidant, I feel you with me always. Your strength overwhelms me, over powers my thoughts, my man, my hero, my soul. I love to feel your touch, so tender, so sweet, making my body tremble and my heart quake with quiet excitement, the sound of your voice moves me closer, makes me smile with delight, my lover, my man.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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