In the dawn,
of the early morning dew.
Again my thoughts,
drift back to you.
Somehow I can't help,
these feelings I feel.
Or even if the visions,
I've had are real.
Candles held high,
the circle 'round.
Two lover's entwined,
upon the ground.
Seeking, Searching,
wanting so much more.
You've stirred feelings,
felt only once before.
What does it mean?
What can we do?
It feels so strange,
I think I'm starting to love you.
My knees get weak,
and my hands start to shake.
This fire's inferno,
I can not slake.
I want to feel,
your kiss on my lips.
The rush of our pulses,
as we find our bliss.
Again, again,
my thoughts drift to you.
The marvelous, maleness,
the wonder of you.
Written By: Ruth Anna Brown-Weems
Copy Right, All Rights Reserved October 06
