Her Sigh
A sigh passed from her soft lips,
like ice cracking over the pond.
It was not for fear I trembled,
but for passion freed from its bonds.
A glance entreated from her bright eyes,
like a hunter’s horn across the fields.
It was not for pain I flinched,
but for the path I could not yield.
A caress lingered from her slender hand,
like molten fire on the plains.
It was not for anguish that I moaned,
but for the need I can't explain.
A warmth passed between us
from heart to heart and
through her hand.
When she pressed
against my chest,
I was lost before I began.
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