Quivering Heart
My heart is in your handsand you massage it oh, so well,
that it quivers with each tender touch
then turns red with passion as it swells.
So, tell me of your love
as you speak to me of your desire.
Let me walk in the heat of your light
as you set my crimson heart on fire.
I feel you in my dreams
pulling me into your warm embrace,
holding me close and strong in your love,
as you look upon my sleeping face.
Upon the dawn of the morn,
I awake again alone in bed
with visions of a nighttime romance,
playing loving scenes inside my head.
How long will these dreams last?
Will they only stay for a short while?
When will I see your face, your lips kiss,
and abide in reality's smile?
Kathy Lockhart
9/14/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-09-15 at 01:38
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