quote:And I am touched, as well as fully the
caress.
Is there anything greater than
this?
Of who I am....of who
you are?
Nothing compares
to the glory
of your sacred caress
steered by my desire.
Hands like butterflies
drawn to my skin
by its dazzling pulse
emitted in colours
of passion flowers.
Impalpable grace
designs every move
of our dance
creating the perfection
of a mirror performance.
We are the stars
and also the ocean waves
reflecting our light,
gently rocking us
towards the shores
of ardent ecstasy.
Nothing compares
to the glory
of who you are
of who I am ...
of Whose song we sing.
By being.
Thank you dear Eric, for your deeply inspiring poem.
I love you.
Margherita
