A caress
A thought of you
No more pleasure
Have I been had
Than to touch
the silken hair of golden strands
Surrendered in my arms
Melting under me
Your breath
Let's go
and takes me
in
to a place
So exquisite
my being
floods
with a fondness
No word or deed
could undo.
For in Loving You
I am transformed
A gift you give
To be received
To feel a love
flowing
to you
Beyond My
Own
To lift a soul
Mend
a wound
Speak to me
I hear
In loving you
I have known
A greater part
of me.
-Hailey Dawn Armstrong
February 2014
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