although
i spent all yesterday writing nine poems for you
you
were the first thought of this day and so i start anew
with
poems about your beauty wrapped around your tender charms
where
i can think of nothing else but being in your arms
holding
you tight both day and night where we kiss and caress
all
my fingers gently linger touching with tenderness
cause
and effect you take my breath and give it back again
i
am obsessed till nothing’s left but wanting to begin
another
kiss, another touch, a lingering embrace
my
fingertips with tenderness traipsing across your face
perfection
found within the sound of you and i as one
we
always will begin again and yet never be done
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