My Love, Fabio

My Love, Fabio Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms sweet as the dogwood in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your violin voice and leaps like a snake at the whisper of your name, Fabio. The evening ascends in on a great dove wing. I am calmed by your delicate lace that I carry into the twilight of star beams and hold next to my heart. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of rain. As my eyes falls from your eyes, I am reminded of your smile. In the hushed, I listen for the last splash of the spring. My heated breast breathes inside my soul. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret body so that we may race as one, breast to breast, in search of the glorious blue sensual wings of love.