Saturday, June 19, 2010

If the Pastry were In My Room

I miss her smile at all times
And so I write these endless rhymes
As if calling out for her embrace
And the warm closeness of her face

How I do desire her hand in mine
On my face, her lips would find
The warmth that had for so long
Been hidden in the dark so strong

I'd like to hold her close to me
And see her filled with sincere glee
My hands running across her pale skin
To satisfy her every whim

And she'd bring her face so close to mine
And I'd be trapped in that fragment of time
In bliss forever and forever more
Her kiss is all I'm living for

June 19, 2010