What Possibities
I still have a smile on my face
From the lines that I trace
A festoon that started on your cheek
Through ribbons of your hair, still making me weak
A circle down your spine begining at the nape
Ending in with my hand in full affectionate drape
Returning gently up your side
Hearing your soft lips open to which they sighed
Mine then touch yours with the sweetest of kiss
Telling you how very much I miss
Holding your hand in a simple grasp
While the other releases a clasp
Then drawing a figure eight
Feeling your stress completely abate
To finish this image just open your mind
To what possibilities the two of us can find
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