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.
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