posted on Dec, 7 2007 @ 06:56 PM
"What secrets lay, beneathe his breast...
How do I suppose 'his most'
He stands before me
His fists a' clenched
The soul of the body I host... "
Lifting my eyes, to see his face
He is my guest, of fear no trace.
My fear I hide from him, I try
But, I can't hide it from his eyes
His voice imagined...so gruff...
His touch imagined...so rough
My thoughts run rampant
Though we haven't touched
Edit to add :
Sorry, Ducky, we were writing
at the same time.
[edit on 7-12-2007 by Lexion]