XV.X.VII Burning TouchA Poem by LilyGraceLove occupies it's own world That lies within the intensity Of a gaze; the burning touch Of a finger; the rosebud kiss Of his lips. No other joy can resemble The glowing ecstasy you feel In his arms. Lying safely coccooned Against the fears of the world; You dream of staying here Forever and a day. © 2009 LilyGraceReviews
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