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Traced Into My Honey Flesh

As the waves of the Sea kiss the sand 
like a sweet melody, floating in
from a nearby band
to the laughter of children
around the land
time stops still when
you take my hand
deep footprints in my heart
of us slow dancing in the dark
silent conversations for hours
when you look into my eyes, my soul, such power
past lives together, history unknown
my loves strong fingers journey felt across my back
traced into my honey flesh, like a rare
piece of art
like a fine wine
I taste your lips and inhale your scent
swirl your kisses around in my mouth
a strong taste remains on my tongue
worth fighting for
a love worth having
always will be
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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