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Your Touch

Sometimes at night I lay awake with you just at my side Although you're there right next to me I feel alone inside In my times of loneliness nothing means as much as when your loving hands reach out to sooth my soul with touch Your warm embrace comes beckoning the coolness of my skin satisfying hunger from a yearning deep within Our minds wax uninhibited through passions we convey bodies in submission as desire takes it's prey A moments time is all it takes to kindle such a fire slowly teasing, ever pleasing licking flames still higher Beyond control our wildfire rages on its own consuming flesh with fantasy beyond the world that's known The places that you take me with the way you make me feel Replete my souls affections In this love we share, surreal. Never have I known a dream alluring me as much as all the joy and ecstasy from pleasures of your touch I know I was not the first but plan to be the last to share the love you long to give and heal your painful past To know its me you're reaching for conquers waning fears ensuring love will last through time and far beyond our years -Jeannie Minor

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Date: 3/30/2016 2:49:00 PM
- Love is to grow old together ...... dreams can become real - A beautiful poem, enjoy reading it Jeannie - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Jeannie Amos
Date: 3/31/2016 2:07:00 PM
Thank you for the visit and the comment. Glad you enjoyed the write.
Date: 3/26/2016 8:01:00 AM
That must have been some dream! Beautiful poetry, Jeannie. Peace my friend:)
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Jeannie Amos
Date: 3/31/2016 2:06:00 PM
Thanks Daniel, you know me, always have my head in the clouds dreaming about something!
Date: 3/26/2016 4:23:00 AM
Touching Touch to read you much...I enjoyed especially as meditation:In this love we share, surreal. I imagine a surrealism as landscape of your beautiful things: transfiguring people and things under the power of love. Remember the little branch of the lover shinning.
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Jeannie Amos
Date: 3/31/2016 2:04:00 PM
Thank you. Sorry for the late response, I haven't been on much lately. Glad you enjoyed the write. I appreciate your visit and the comment.