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LOVE AT ITS ZENITH
by Paul Curtis She looked at me With those wondrous eyes Mysterious bright blue eyes, That could see inside my soul Then she gave me one of her smiles, A truly amazing smile That says hold me close, Kiss me, stroke my hair, You'll never have too miss me. Then we embraced A wonderful sensual embrace Where we seem to merge into one entity Then as we part she smiles another smile, Which speaks another language, And she leads me off to bed Where we melt together in passionate congress And love reaches its zenith Afterwards in the afterglow She wears contentment on her face And her cheek bares a rosy blush As she lies draped across me Like a robe of exquisite silk I love it when she lies beside me in bed, I love her breath on my skin And the smell of her hair But most of all I love her loving me I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |