When We Are Alone

Alone with you
the world fades away
as you hold me
so closely
tender lips against my ear
whispering sweet somethings
burn me with their heat
and your voice
deep with desire
ignitites me
dissolves me
and I am gone
lost to everything
but the music we make
and growing need
turning urgent
overtaking me
until I'm pleading for you
to close the distance that lies between us
and my shudder unnerves you
as you are sharing in my wealth
nestled in my warmth
taking me over
until I'm singing
sweet praises to heaven
and you join me at its gate
sweet lullaby of joy surrounds us
rocking us gently to sleep
when we are alone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Moreno Avatar
March 6, 2009 at 5:29 AM
"whispering sweet somethings" I love that line, amazing work...Raul
Guzzi Avatar
February 15, 2009 at 11:47 AM
Halleluyah! Light & Love Debbie
Higgins Avatar
February 4, 2009 at 5:31 AM
This is an awesome write Robin. I can feel the love and passion that flows through this piece. The voice speaks with such warmth...great piece..Thanks for your constant support Robin.
Winter Avatar
February 3, 2009 at 11:40 AM
Yowza. Yowza??? ~lol~ Where did that word come from??? Gosh Robin, another really excellent hot & steamy write. Quite tender and dreamy, too. Passion is a beautiful thing. What were those vitamins again??? : ) Love, Shar
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February 3, 2009 at 11:17 AM
i cant believe you were just in town writing to me and i missed you AWWWWWG!!! john
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February 3, 2009 at 7:19 AM
Lovely visuals in this one, oh yeah! It's so gentle and you can pick up on the loving tone in this for a wonderful read. Michael
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