Renewed Love
The touch of your hair, the taste of your skin,
those things i so long to savor again.
The heat of your touch, your fingers so soft;
two things that so easily carry me aloft.
The sexiness in the tone of your voice;
your moans, your sighs, they leave me no choice
but to want you, need you, hold you so close.
You're my personal drug, and i need a good dose
of the one thing in life i can never replace.
And my eyes, closed or open, still show me your face.
A lover like no one I've known in my life;
a woman, a mother, my girlfriend, my wife?
The scent of your sex stokes the fires inside
as all over your body, I let my tongue glide.
To make love to you now, our souls again become one,
would cement our old love, like it has just begun.
B Heath Harris/(c) 2009
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