Monday, May 10, 2010


Did winter vacate our hearts without warning
The chilling touch that loomed before us now waning

Goddess of the sun, come shine down over me
push away winter blues make him flee

Did you see her through the trees
Was she soaring to you beneath the breeze

Mother of warmth sending you healing rays of light
glistening wisps of kisses touch you before the night

Feel the heat of the sun beneath your feet
uprising through your eternal heat

Her warmth from that personal space she reserves for you only
carries you into blissful warnings

With each pulsing pleasure ignites an internal fire
culminating in every inch of desire

never stop reaching for greater expectations
these things she gives can always bring you elation's

If this love should ever cease to exist
I would follow the angels into the mist is copyrighted © and may not be used without permission from the creator

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