©1999 by Carol Marie
Sometimes she is like the dawn
wide and bright in my life
and sometimes she is like the night
the way she gets under my skin and
makes me dream
and without her I'm mortal
Sometimes she is like the smoldering
end of a match
the way she touches me
and ignites such fire
such an illumination that bares me deep
I feel a pulsing inside of me
that burns and beckons
with every breath
thirsting for her every word....
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