The morning fog fills my head,
jostling for space with you.
I meet the wind that rushes past,
your voice keeps me warm.
I keep you away from the winter sun,
but only just.
I smile as you smile at me,
there is no need for words.
Long cold nights I hold you close...
When water flows over my skin,
in its warmth I feel your touch.
Your voice courses through my veins
I've been kissed...
Saturday, August 18, 2007
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