David Bilsborrow and Cheryl Bilsborrow

Friday, 26 November 2010

Poem of the Week

The love touch

You are my truth and you are my light
so burn my lies with your passion
and save me from the dark

I lust for your closeness
and pleasure you will bring
If you were a wasp I would gladly
take your sting.

Let all your doors open, draw me in so slow
like a furness with a purpose
you will be my endless glow.

When tears of joy fall down your cheeks
and fall to reach the floor
our love will be forever
so deep within our core

As we prevail as two in one
surviving each passing day
our bond will be unbroken
so strong in every way

So take me to your dreamland
where lovers do but play
Lets game in endless pleasure
until our dying days

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