Come and be with me
Take my hand.
Pull me close and share with me your thoughts
Feel the warmth of my heart as it beats your name and tells of how it yearns for you
The touch of your hand on my skin is like fire in winter warming my soul
The kiss of your lips melts me completely
I want your body next to mine holding me though the night until the new day brings us closer than before.
Is it so wrong to hope that one day we can be one?
I hope this finds you well.
This poem (to me) describes a passion wanting to be released. Passion with a directed purpose. It is sad though that with this 'fire' it remains on a leash. I hope you manage to free this passion - if only once!
Hello Michael. I am very well thank you and you are too. You are correct, this fire is and always will be on a leash. But isn't it said that, often, the dream is better than the reality?
Good to hear from you and thank you for your supportive comments.