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"Heart Of Lay"
Heart Of Lay
Softly she yields to the swallow
of that first dance, where we stepped
into a kiss of fire, lit by two lips
seeking a blaze alreadly smouldered in
night after nights of I love you's,
sacred share's between two hearts
bound and twined in a wrap of warmth,
melodied in songs of home
in a heart of lay.
Hand in hand, smile to smile
door left behind to hearts feeling
that dreams unfolding are just that,
dreams, and for the first time, life is beyond
what is written in wind swept nights,
what is conjured upon pillow magic,
life is beautiful, life for the first time,
is love.
Softly she yields to the embrace of
his first taste of her rain, where the arch
of her storm pours for the thirst
of his loving lips, as he searches to devour
the vanilla pout,
and pink petal swell
of her existence.
She can hear my heartbeat
as it pulses down
my fingers in her hair
her head on my chest,
whispered I love you's exchanged
over and over
between kisses,
hair
and
chest,
belly
and
neck.
How do you really ever know
until you meet?
We knew...
Love really is beautiful,
I sure am glad I finally found that out
its nice to feel...
She really is more beautiful than her poetry
that speaks more than words could ever say.
~ybb~
