Tender
Tender are your words,
And though they drown my silence,
It is those sultry touches in the sweet night,
That draw the curves of my soul on my skin,
That I crave and desire just now.
Lightly you pick up my heart,
Your tongue whispering spring breezes,
To fill my wings with flight,
And I wish your lips upon my throat,
To fill my voice with soft cries.
How gently you pluck the strings of my harp,
I croon and sway to your song,
Melting in your arms against your skin,
I long to feel your warmth so deep inside,
That I recognize your pulse within my ribs.
Tender are your words,
And though they drown my silence,
It is your touch in the night that I desire, just now,
Just now, and every night after
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