Let me find your inner world,

The place where we collide 

Softly, beneath willow boughs

With kisses on the breeze.

Touch me;

Map the rivers of my veins

Across my dewdrop skin,

Trace with your pliant fingertips 

The marks of my old sin -

Make a mark of your own,

And love me for what's within.


  • Neville

    Very nice too, if I may be so bold...


  • The Uneducated O.A.P

    Nice touch, Bill

  • Goldfinch60

    Super loving write.


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