Eye’s of Emerald green glimmer in the moonlights sheen, with hair so long & fair to run my fingers though it I do dare.
Her lips supple, soft & sweet their moist touch on mine I long to meet & yher tongue I swear leaves me without a care.

The rumination of the thoughts above, though I dare not say yet that it be love, remind me of how much I wish I could be there & feel my hands run again though your hair so fair…and though my thoughts will oft come to “arms” & tell me this just can’t be right the times we’ve shared though short yet sweet at night I ponder if a feeling of mutuality we did meet?