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Cheryl Singleterry Poem
How do I love you, how shall I sweetly explain;
I need to see you, for your lips, I would never wane.
Graze your fingers upon my body, set me ablaze;
I must have you now, stand not amazed.
Allow me to touch you, give me this sweet indulgent sin;
For I beg you to take my innocence, oh, worthiest of men.
I yearn for you, for love’s sensual taste;
Keep to slow motion tonight my love, make no haste.
For all we have now is dear sweet time;
My heaven shall be yours, pleasure shall be mine.
Allow this heavy moment, for you, my virtue I abdicate.
Think not of morning, but of the love this night, we’ll create.
Gently now, heave your passion upon me, my mortal body;
As though this gratifying ballet, be an unceasing melody.
I close my eyes, but not to replace a beautiful face;
I dive into your embodiment of an intrinsic embrace.
So pleasing is this moment, a union in paradise;
Every moment of this night shall be immortalized.
In heavy breath, we succumb to advent flood tide;
With a sweet intoxicating kiss, a promise directly implied;
To love no other, so not to deflower;
The everlasting sovereignty of an intimate power
Copyright © Cheryl Singleterry | Year Posted 2006
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Cheryl Singleterry Poem
The largest blaze can start from the smallest spark, untamed;
As was our love, which is the sweetest flame.
Your very voice throws fire through my soul;
My need for you is like wind for coal.
Our kiss is the passionate spice that keeps the cinders warm;
My body against yours is the calm in the fury of the storm.
As we make love, my world turns a colorful mosaic;
With a moist genlte kiss, my life becomes opaque.
I trust that and you with all my heart;
God keeps us close, though we may ever be far apart.
When will I see you again, my beloved, my devotion;
How am I just to store up all the raoring emotion?
When I catch sight of you, my hands begin to sweat;
My love has been growing ever since we met.
Everytime we are close, love turns up the heat;
You are so soft, gentle, caring, and sweet.
I’ve known you yet for a short time, although it would seem years;
Is it right or wrong? You make me happy, that one thing is clear.
To hold you is to know you, to kiss you is to love you;
To the point of endless sleep, when our time on earth is through.
You and I will never again be the same;
For we have been touched and warmed by the flame.
Copyright © Cheryl Singleterry | Year Posted 2006
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