Beautiful Dove

Beautiful dove perhaps it is your midnight hair shadow eyes the song of your voice that draws me to you like a river to the sea... What do you dream in your dreams? I dream to know your desires that sleep within your deepest well... Impaled in my chest thorn of passion for you I would pluck it out but my heart would go numb... In my endless sky there is space for you you the gypsy moon to move a moon for my eyes to linger I dream to see moonlight trickle down caressing the curves of your body... Tonight mi cielo I seek your moonlight face the soft tender touch of your flower bud hands I thirst to drink from your nectar voice and passionately kiss your rose red lips... I will savor the fragrant breeze coming from the dark forest of your silken hair and climb the two mountains that are your breasts... Two breasts two conquerors that battle for control of the sphere of your bosom... My Spanish dove you need not utter a word we are lovers I the sun you the lunar we are alone one the other so naked wrapping ourselves in the unsayable...