You Touch Me

You Touch Me

A Poem by murrill
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Love and Always love.

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You touch me

By Donald Murrill

July 22,20012

The trees reflects a morning glow of emerald among the clear waters of spring.

We sink deeper in our souls as we inhale the beauty it gives to a peaceful sense of pleasuring.

The azure skies blended with a soft gray as the clouds move in casting a mist of shade.

We lay among the blades of grass as it moves against our flesh through out the day.

The clouds part from one another as the rainbow appears from high above.

Sweat drenched from our bodies holding each other with endless love.

Our Souls connect with one another muscle tighten with every motion.

The Day will soon end for these words are not easily spoken.

The moon climes high in the skies as it chases the sun away

The stars wink at us for all the love we have all ready made.

You touch me in a way that makes my knees become weak

You kiss my lips stopping only for a moment to breathe.

As you motion your gentle hands among my open flesh

You set my soul free so that I may get some rest.

The light of the moon reveals the structure you have always hold

Know that you, my lady are my only love that captured my soul.

© 2012 murrill


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Think you it has been a while since I have been on hear but atleast 2 months. I do appriciate the comments.

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a lovely poem!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

simply beautiful ..... good job ..=)

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