Slipping into Serenity

You hold my hand and draw me in,
faint blushes rise to warm my cheek.
Such wonderment and joy within
as your lips for mine do seek.

Ensconced midst sheets of soft satin
thin sheens of tender balm do lie;
soaks up pleasure and feeds love's grin,
emitting gentle, loving sighs.

I wake and love to see you there,
when morning rays light up your face,
and from your eyes, a loving flare,
which gathers me in warm embrace.




Poetry by Kiran
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Written on 2007-07-16 at 08:13

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