"Feelings"

Softly,
   Sweetly,
  I kiss your fragrant hair,
Spring's first bloom,
   sipping nature's bouquet....

Gently,
  I caress you,
    lightly touching your cheek,
  feeling this soft, beautiful lady
    becoming part of me......

Into your eyes,
  I dive endlessly,
    as they smile,
                    laugh,
         comfort me...

Your lips
   brush my eyes
         softly breathing
           speaking ever so lovely....

Inward,
   we spiral,
          our spirits intertwined,
touching, feeling, knowing,
   we are one..........

                                                 S.-T.

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