Shadowed Dreams
His touch is moonlight,
softly shadowing me
His hands a gentle breeze
blowing across my soul,
bending me like the trees
swaying lightly beside the lake
His lips gliding over me,
as graceful as a swan in water
gentle, yet strong, questioning
yet taking, tasting the very
essence of my being
And when I awaken to a
lonely bed, I realize it may
have been just a dream
but in it, we were together
once more...
Lynn West
(c) 2012
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