When the clock approaches 12 And I am all alone waiting For the sound of the bell And you walk right in to my arms Teasing pleasing and resplendent, Kissing holding touching moaning Pleasing smiling and promising, Another year of your magical spell

  The touch of your tears on my face never left me. Your pain was my pain, when I hurt you, I hurt myself even more. The feeling when we reconciled brought joy into my sadness And the touch of your lips created an indelible memory of the moment.   When a broken love is …

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You said I did not give all of me to you. You were right; I kept some of me in reserve. The reserve was an island to escape to in the event of separation. I made the mistake of relenting and giving you all of me. When the hurt of separation came, it thundered down …

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When I look into your eyes I see the swans in the lake As they dance in a synchronised ballet. I see glistening dew drops on white roses That evaporates to meet the birds in the sky. When I touch your lips There is a sensuous softness, That creates gentle sparks Of resonating pleasure That …

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