Stirrings of love

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    Stirrings of love

    Ribbons of pink
    tumble from your hair
    how the stirrings of
    love conquer me
    my hand upon your thigh
    my breath on your neck
    silken hair in my hand
    the feeling so delicious
    your sweet nector draws me near
    a hummingbird suspended in flight
    we stand watching the morning sun
    your smell intoxicating makes me sigh
    my mind races with thoughts
    of your sensual treasures
    my hand is under your robe
    I have found the source of your fire
    it warms me and calls me home

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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