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These Silent Nights

Make me feel more like a woman,
The woman I know I am...
Though, I smile and say I love you
Because its true, I need...no
I Want more than those words offer
For you to act...before I say

My face in your hands,
Your fingers in my hair,
Your breath on my throat
So that mine has no choice
But to e s c a p e ~~~~~

Arms wrapped tight but eyes wide
And taking us in, every inch
I want the reflection in your eyes
To conquer mine...

But I will take this love
And count myself blessed
Because I know this man loves me
He always has and always will
I am his, he is mine, forever...

Wrapped in a cocoon of silence
— theladyblue, Jan 10, 2008

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meic

18 years 5 months ago

“killing me softly”

"killing me softly" springs to mind. What was it you once said? Ah, Yes ... 'I'm sure he says, "and this is why I love you" ... Passion wrapped in tenderness - who could resist? Mike
theladyblue

theladyblue

18 years 5 months ago

its amazing really

the one who shouldn't...can and that isnt at all why he loves me...i dont really know why but i know thats not it. we are not always as visable as we think we are... "For every shadow, no matter it's depth, is threatened by the morning's light..." <3 Emarie
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purplemoondoll

17 years 7 months ago

My face in your hands, Your

My face in your hands, Your fingers in my hair, Your breath on my throat So that mine has no choice But to e s c a p e ~~~~~ It is a pleasure to be reading your poetry again. Thank you - this is brilliant! Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
Esker

Esker

15 years 11 months ago

missed another

Okay so I was late on this one too amazing write you write so much mystery and so much there in this smooth subtle full of heartache and acceptance of the critical existance we all have our excursion years travelling pondering is love enough sometimes> whom has the answer to this< not I nothing like trying to forecast weather storm warnings