yknotforme 46F
76 posts
6/30/2005 6:02 am

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm


With the breaking of the dawn
Among the fresh morning dew
When I stretch and yawn
My first thought is of you

I long to look into your eyes
To touch the outline of your handsome face
My desire for you I couldn't disquise
The joy in your arms I wouldn't replace

I smile softly when I remember this
Our last meeting, your touch,
passion's embrace, your sweet kiss
At sunrise, the beginning of want so much

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