Your love like the morning Your love surrounds me like the morning mist. As I breathe, your sweet breath fills me. As I exhale, your healing scent, refreshes my soul. The morning breeze of your love, cools my heart. My soul tingles with your love’s soothing touch. I tremble as your fingers trace the outline of my lips. With joy I shake as you caress my face. I writhe in ecstasy, as you move your hands on my skin. I reach for your form, you escape my grasp. A specter, formed and formless, unreachable. Only in my dreams, do I touch you, embrace you, an apparition, haunting me during my long, waking, hours. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image: By pfly (Mist on the Skagit River) CC-BY-S...
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