Touch Me-Dusk
Warm.
Tingles.
Embracing.
My wanting soul.
Exquisite passion.
Fills my essence with awe.
Life, beautiful life, textures.
Dreams of sunset hues, grip my heart.
Invigorating. Stimulating.
Decorating my imagination.
The fiery sun snuggles the horizon.
Cooling air wisps across my wanton lips.
Peaceful, but not alone, I feel you.
Splendor surrounds me, every part.
My soul soars in ecstasy.
Together, two as one,
Tender horizons.
Arousing joy.
Breathe sweet love.
Touching.
Dusk.
© April, 27, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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