Written for lost memories that once again come back to me.

As the sun peeks through my window and slowly I awake,
thoughts of you flood into my head like a giant earth quake.
I arise and bathe and off I go, to your arms once more,
I can hardly wait to see you and close that great big giant door.
Romance is what I want from you and that’s all that I will say,
please my dear give me my wants, please give me that, lets play.
The softness of your kiss makes me feel so weak inside,
please give me another one with by your side I lie.
Your touch makes my skin react and I want much more I say,
cuddle closer to me dear as on this bed we lay.
I feel your warm breath on my face, please just give me what I want.
Where have you been for all this time, to you I want to flaunt.
forever it has seemed to take, but now once more you taunt.
Thank you for this special time, and  here is what you want..

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  • Glynis Smy on Nov 23, 2008

    You are writing from the heart here lindalulu. Good work and thanks for your comments on mine.

  • Morgana on Nov 23, 2008

    Sweet and passionate at the same time.

  • R J Grant on Nov 23, 2008

    Very nice Linda.

    Grant

  • goodselfme on Nov 23, 2008

    Oh the memories are sometimes a comfort and other times a thorn. well done my friend, this flowed nicely to convey all the emotion.

  • Debra. on Nov 23, 2008

    Beautiful write, Linda.

  • loafer on Nov 23, 2008

    Very passionate, Linda.

  • Mark Gordon Brown on Nov 23, 2008

    I like the line about “I will your warm breath on my face”. That is one of the best sensations in any romance.

  • leena mathew on Nov 23, 2008

    what a tease of a poem!

  • Bernadette Louise on Nov 23, 2008

    Very nicely done!

  • Inna Tysoe on Nov 23, 2008

    Well done.

    Inna

  • IspellBad on Nov 23, 2008

    Very iteresting I thought it was deep!

  • joystick7 on Nov 24, 2008

    Very Sweet!

  • Melody Arcamo Lagrimas on Nov 24, 2008

    Very beautifully expressed.

  • James DeVere on Nov 24, 2008

    God, after I have my morning shower I need a coffee..then, and only then, can I handle a cuddle…Up to that point I’m Catzilla.

  • Eunice Tan on Nov 25, 2008

    Sweet and tender

  • Will Gray on Nov 25, 2008

    So beautiful and so much passion!

  • Tony Downing on Nov 26, 2008

    Hmm, from warning signs to passion. What a hurricane of emotions we go through and all for the want of a little love… Very nice poem, one to warm the heart on a cold morning! ~T

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