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Rough sand on my lips
I never thought to crave.
How that course, yet tender, kiss
Consumes me like a wave.
Your soft touch on my face
Melts my burdens to the floor.
Our hearts in this embrace
Would be content with nothing more.
Our bodies intertwine
As the passion overwhelms.
Two spiritual beings combine
In this newborn fragile realm.
I let myself fall free
As the gale escorts the storm
Of fear and joy arresting me,
And coaxing my conform.
Soaring like a dove
Above the soft grass soaked in dew.
My heart and soul are yours, my love.
I have found my home in you.
Copyright © Veronica Merka | Year Posted 2006
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