Her distant voice is tender falling all around caught up in her splendor not one single sound. Needs are always aching quaking in my heart I’m hers for the taking from the very start. Never are we speaking seeking loving ways writing passions tweaking love poems all my days. Always am I thinking sinking in the need trying hard and inking words into the deed. Deep need ever creeping seeping into me always know I’m keeping thoughts of you and me!