touching me, releasing my soul
he gave me wings
whispering magic in the air
i am everything he aid i was
he worships' me
craving my eyes, face, voice, lips, touch
i crave him just as much
locked into each other stares
a cosmic connection of desire
we are music and poetry
beautifully formed evenly match
aggression and obsession
he takes his fingers over my body tracing out designs of faith
i am nothing without him he makes my soul complete
utopia is in his arms
kissing his fingers
silent i made him
carrie ann kawa 10/1998
well this one is 11 yrs old from note book 15 when i first read through it i was like i do not remember writing this one , but i leave my self noted and i doodle near it all a dream if you saw my notebooks my doodles take a life of their own .
well
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