When I first met you, something stirred inside me..........a feeling..........an emotion............a curious intrigue which slowly and surely enveloped my eloping heart............for seven long years I lived alone............my heart eloped from love and the world............and in that time I came to think of life in solitaire ...........you changed all that.........you introduced me to the one thing I had always wanted to believe in, but had begun to think didn't exist........this wonderful, delicious, nutritious feast which my starving heart now devours has been prepared by you with the sumptuous, sensual seasoning of a culinary master.........your delicate, gentle, sweet loving fingers........you handled me so tenderly.......I am moved to tears.......what was that you said about appetite and seasoning ??...I asked you how it was you made love and you answered " it was your recipe, I was just your hands"..... those precious words you uttered from your diving lips made my eyes roll back in my head......it's the most poetic and romantic expression I've ever heard......our moments together will not be lost in time as tears in rain...you never cease to surprise and amaze me.....how thankful I am to have come into close proximity of you.....how I wish and hope we can get much closer.....I just cannot look at you enough........I want to be nearer to you.......nearer to you and nearer to you forever.............~* indigo in the high all alone holding tight when you get home it feels so good to think of how our love has stood as a monumental monument to the testament of love always reminded by the stars above the quiet knows it screams so loud how we met in the dust and crowds the silence there is deafening sobs weeping in darkness a haunting and an aching relived by softness tender touch sultry feel a moment of passion we both shall steal while the moon yet rises to it's pale, glowing heights we love together under cover of night the kisses the embrace the smile of face the warmth which soothes chilled, trembling arms our eyes oft meet in mystic charm never doubting our love our firm devotion our tempest fueled upon life's ocean we see our love so full of love nourishing starving hearts in times of haste we rely on grace move closer to each other and hold on tight the seed of love planted and watered so right in the field to grow basking in comfort and flourishing in safety the hope, the desire sunrise and sunset ecstasy, harmony, tone the music played and set to love's tempo and made love so easily so easy as a summer's breeze lightly drifting from our fans it was your recipe I was just your hands |