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Every Word from Her Lips
 
Text Box: profound way that many a times after you’ve said your goodnights, and darkness envelopes me I grasp onto something you said that made me smile or give thought for a moment. This journey with you to this land of the unknown, with all its surprises and unexpected developments leaves me at times wondering where else could you possibly take me. That’s the joy of being with you, I will follow you through the darkness, and you illuminate my thoughts at the exact moment when hope is needed again. As I allow my mind to drift, I can recall the exact second of our introduction. I remember inhaling the newness of you, and how you smelled like a freshly bathed baby. The urge to be inside of you, delving into your soul overwhelmed my senses at times, but in your arms all the answers to my questions were always answered. Never once did you say no to my desires. You always left me fulfilled until the next time we did meet. You welcomed me with open arms, and accepted me int Text Box: your life. All you ever asked of me was to respect you as I found you, and to use the deep abiding love I felt for you as a catalyst to make a difference in someone’s life. Your words to this day still caress my ears with an uncommon touch, and I feel you urging me to find my voice and share our common passion. I will not disappoint you my love. Night has fallen upon us, and the wait until we meet again will be torture. Goodnight my Love. (8-2-05. The piece you have just hopefully enjoyed reads as if it’s written for a lover, a woman. It’s actually an ode to a woman of a different nature. It’s about the love of words that I discovered in the library during the many long hot summers in St. Croix. It’s about discovering the love of words, books and the magic we can find when we open the pages of a brand new book, and we are transported to a place beyond our imagination. That’s the feeling I was trying to convey about the power of good literature. Cool.)
Text Box: The first time I laid eyes on her I knew I would be in love forever. We spoke the same words, felt the same passion for life and a yearning to be set free. In our times together through the years, she would secret me away from the world’s ever-prying intrusive eyes and take me to places not even my imagination could fathom. We are one when we are together. She soothes all my fears, and in her presence my thoughts I need not explain because she understands-they are her thoughts, too. She is the pen to my words. I am the eyes to her vision. Together we are inseparable. I can still remember how you smelled the first day I came to visit you. The scent wasn’t one of store bought fragrances, but more of a sensual feeling of discovery that still makes me smile to this day every time I think of you. You intoxicated my senses and every time I touched you I wanted more. One touch was never enough. It’s a hunger to this day that’s constantly in need of feeding. Your words affect me in such