A Lover's Dance

Words of passion

By Lady FaePublished 5 years ago • 1 min read

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Awoken to a dream

honest and sincere

you're such a beautiful man

who loves me without fear

You open up my heart

you ignite my fire

you caress my soul

it's you who takes me higher

My mind just takes me

when thinking of you

feeling your passion

unable to move

My body is trembling

under your touch

I feel your desire

your hunger your lust

Exploring each other

in the still of the night

a lover’s dance

energies rise

love poems

About the Creator

Lady Fae

Story Teller, Absolute Lover of Words, Truth Seeker, Poet, Writer, Artist, Bohemian, Artist of Life and Mother.

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