Monday, January 18, 2010

Smooth

As smooth as fresh spun silk,
As gentle as the breeze,
As soft as a cloud newly formed in the sky,
It’s that plus all of these.

As refreshing as a desert stream,
And just as satisfying to a thirsty soul.
As precious as a treasure found,
And desirable as is gold.

What could it be that I describe?
What could compare to this?
What could mean all these things too?
Nothing but your kiss!

Copyright 1995

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