softly

oh

the adventure

of each evening

easing softly

into your arms

feeling gently

the warmth

you offer

the touch and kiss

of loving

the cool sweet

comfort of

trusting

openly (such

open) wings

taking flight

soaring with

splendor in bliss-

filled union

oh

the pleasure

of each passion

easing softly

into you.




-- douglas brent smith


 

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