In brushing your lips
I brush your soul
Against mine.
For such, soft sweet kisses
I would brush everyday.
In brushing your lips with mine
I brush my life against yours.
Such a passion to be found,
If only for a moment of pleasure.
I would brush my lips against yours
All through the lonely night
(If only because it feels so right!)
In brushing your lips
To mine, I am reminded of a time
When we were held on a distant shore
Wrapped in sand and soft gentle ocean breezes.
As the waves caress the shore
I would caress your lips
With mine. Forever.

04/18/1990

Posted on 03/17/2006
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