By terry
Date: 30 October 2000
A Higher Blessing
Standing deep in silence
I feel my soul stirring
Longing for the touch it remembers
From hands chaffed and worn,
Yet soft as silk and tempered by love.
And let my mind soar free to dream
Of you
When you found your way to my heart
In the dark of night
With only my words to light the way.
But you came anyway
Soothing hands on my heated skin
Touching, stroking, making my body your own
In ways I had only dreamed
Existed in the world of love.
Standing deep in silence
I feel my soul stirring
Longing for the touch it remembers
Your touch
To move me to a higher blessing
All our own.
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