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this and every night

Poetry By: dreaming of you

she gave of herself . now it's my turn .

Submitted:Nov 27, 2008    Reads: 279    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   

we've been building snowmen

we have laughed until we've cried

but with a blizzard blowing

we've had to come inside .


bathed and in our bathrobes

in the armchair beside the fire

your head rests against my chest

our heartbeats a gentle romantic choir .


we drink our hot chocolate

and exchange a loving word

the flickering of the log fire

the only sound to be heard .


tenderly we're kissing

gentle our caress

but we feel the passion rising

within loves home address .


i lift you from the armchair

onto our fireside rug

kisses full of desire

combine with loving hug .


the peacock feather we collected

is now put to good use

curves a hidden places

on your body i'm let loose .


you feel as if you're dreaming

you are writhing as i play

racing heart and groaning

as my fingers hide away .


we will choose the moment

when our bodies will unite

wonderful moments spent with you

this and every night .



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