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Wordcrafter
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[Last Poem To Post] Craft Seventeen
Since is the mildest poem I have, I think I reached my limit, if this is even to much I apologize, and expect what is to be.
Your hand upon my hand we walk on by, rhythm of our love; concept of our feelings. I would not have this romance in any other way.
You profoundly inspire me, a delight like honey are your kisses; heart skips a beat within your embrace.
Passion in our every movements, these what I love of you; always wanting more. Always loving more, I see our future in your eyes; I see passion ever more, we know what we want.
For every bliss eternal fire, for my every sensitive flicks to absorb your sweet flavor; what sensation you will attain by my every move,
as I be into you.
The feel of you, the sensation of you, soon for us to reach completion. Hand in hand, body within body, I forever yours. From the depth of my heart, to the spoken words to you; magnified in poetry, glorified in love.
Your fingerprints of your love upon my soul.
Our peak, our delicious peak; our passion will encounter no limits, our love will never meet its end.
I will be honored when you will be upon me, in the open air as the blue sky gives us magnificent landscape; wonderfully enhancing your glow the after affects of passion.
Me into you- my essence has flown, me into you- our passion will grow; me into you- our fiery love beautifully enthralled.
Posted on 2010-09-02 at 13:50:23.
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