Breath Of Love There comes a gentle knocking in this night, This night where my slumber lays restless. I tumble and turn to stir my tears.
My eyes open with the rhythm of
the memories that are tapping at my door.
You have come again to haunt my dreams
And pull back the covers of my heart.
I lay here willing to think of you and
The youth you gave me so long ago.
How long the breath of love has lay dormant
Resting and waiting, eager to fill me again.
It has slept with its own aloneness where
My canyons echoed the sounds of its silence.
Like a torrent of honey bees your
Love comes to me and steels my sleep.
It wakes my soul and shuffles
The moments of life that live forever.
Your embrace is welcomed like an old friend.
I gladly let it wrap its feelings around me.
The tenderness of your kiss quenches me
until the dawn comes to hide you away. Tom Swart
Rainy days and cold nights, These are days I need you to hold me tight in your arms, Hold me close and keep me warm, Tell me I'm your good luck charm,
Look me in my eyes and tell me I'm the one for you ,
Tell me I'm your every wish come true,
Lay me down very gently,
Then make love to me essentially,
Caress my body from head to toe not missing a spot,
Lets play around like connect the dots,
Lets make each other hot till our body heat rise like a rollercoaster ride,
Take my body on a journey that never ends,
It always seems to just begin,
Make me climax like i never done before,
Do what you want to my body its all yours,
Rub me, lick me, kiss me, tease me do what ever you want to my body as long as its pleasing
Hello pretty Huong! Thank you so much for these lovely weekend greets . You are a really nice lady! I also love your page! WOW! So many beautiful scenes! Great! So lewt me wish you also a wonderful weekend and much light and love! Cheers and hugs from Austria xo xo xo Heimo
« There is no need for you to leave the house. Stay at your table and listen. Don’t even listen, just wait. Don’t even wait, be completely quiet and alone. The world will offer itself to you to be unmasked; it can’t do otherwise; in raptures it will writhe before you. » — Franz Kafka