The Longing

How I long
For your butterfly kisses.
And rhythm of our naked dance.
Given that moonlight chance
Of sweet surrender.
How I ache
To pleasure you.
Your cries of love
Singing,
As emotions awake.
Our orchestra
Winging
To crescendo.
Feel the breeze blow
In our soul.
When the waves
Of ecstasy roll,
Then sleepily
Kiss the beach.
Now,
We lay
Within the reach
Of heavenly peace.
How I long
For our passion's release.

poem by Kevin East
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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