JAN'S SPACE |
Her touch, her look, her very feel, Kindle my passions’ ground, As my normal limits abound, Her kisses are so very real, I can’t help myself to kneel, In her wondrous spirit sound, Immersed, I soon drown, An admiration, I cannot conceal. With fiery auburn hair so bright, Alive with a morning scent, Ablaze in the dawn of light, Instill intensity without relent, My dreams, so filled with her sight, A clear destiny of what is meant. |