Lance C. - 2/6/2007 7:06 PM ET
this is good
You came to me on the wings of night Your raven hair, dark against my pale skin Your copper hands, a backdrop for soft caresses You are in my blood You speak on a whisper of the wind Your lips touch me, smooth and warm I can hear your voice I can feel your hands You are a part of me You pull away, I reach for you Our fingers grasping Our bodies parting Your lips are moving, words I cannot hear You are in my dreams |
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