By oneg
Date: 4 April 2000

The Hiding Place

                  
                       THE HIDING PLACE

              when our bodies touch you take control
              your long soft hair covers me like a silky tent
              as the sun shines through the wispy shimmering
              walls i feel like a fly in your web hoping
              my end will come quickly but wanting it to
              last forever


              your laughter soft and gentle as a bubbling
              stream calms me our eyes meet and words mean
              nothing your fingers touch my lips and
              your warmth fills my body our love can not
              be measured by time or space we float
              above ourselves and it's over the tent is
              lifted you drift off and i linger
              
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