A enchanted melody plays in the room, our bodies dancing to such a beautiful tune. Arms holding me tight reminding me of all that was missed, insuring me this was no dream. Once again I am in your arms and you are holding me.....
The smell of your cologne lingering in the air, a kiss to my lips to remind me you are here with me. Your hair softly falling past your neck, feeling the way it curves around my fingertips.
Tenderly holding me as you run your hand slowly up my back, a song sung softly in my ear. A hand plays behind my neck, running through my hair taking me back to a place we once were before our lives took a downhill spiral. Dancing to the beat of our hearts, the song now seems to be a world apart..Embraces that were missed, tears of joy to once again be held by you brings my heart to a total bliss...
loving kisses to my lips, these are ones I could never forget, the sweetness of your tender lips. A dance of our bodies turning into a rhythmic dance of love making,trimmers of our soul in a remembrance to the feel of the other.
A enchanted melody still plays in the background, our bodies now to be infused with each other to dance to the lovely sound....
Real life can sometimes bring out the best or worse in people. Writing/reading can help you understand the difference.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Enchanted melodies
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