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flight of the butterfly, rising free

Caressing

Gently caressing the beach
Waves of your love touch me
I am each tiny grain
Of sand under your feet

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cup of warm love

warm love prepared
i brewed a cup of it
drank it down deep
it warmed me, filled me

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Merging

February 9, 2008

Taste of sweetest honey
Never could compare
To your exquisite essence
Sacred, sweet and rare

Beauty is before me
When you are standing there
Perfection radiating
Gorgeous, lovely, fair

Reaching out to touch you
Colors, sparks, and light
Join me in enslavement
Be with me tonight

Senses, thoughts and spirit
In a moment merge
Surrender to our love
Give in to every urge