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Here I sit with my paper and pen,
Waiting until I can see you again.
I miss all the hugging and kissing,
Because it's "you" I am missing.
It's really hard being apart,
But we knew this from the start.
When ever I am away from you,
I feel so lonely and blue.
Even though we are seperated by miles,
You still bring me lots of smiles.
I know we see each other as often as we can,
That makes me happy, because you are "my man".
Hugs N Kisses
Kim

tonight, I'll be with my girl
at the same time, time will stand still,
and the time will race away from us
and our time together will, yet once more
have faded
our flights of fancy
our grand designs
come and go with the new day
but one day
time will not matter
we'll no longer measure our lives by days
nor by nights
but by laughter
and by desire
no division
only passion and joy
there will be no clock nor calendar for us
only love
what time is it?

Touch me
Tease me
bring me to
your ecstasy.

Skin on skin,
hot breath and sweat.
The more you touch me
the hotter I get.

I need you inside me,
throbbing and hard,
so much power...
no holds barred.

I let you in
And you fill my space.
You move so perfect,
With expert pace.

Wrapped around your body,
My legs start to quiver.
You know it's here...
My body erupts into a shiver.

You are close to follow,
It is so wet inside,
You ask where I want you?
I say, "You decide."

You pull out as you explode,
Erupting all over my body.
We are lost in the afterglow,
Not to be bothered by anybody.

After we clean up,
We lay in each other's arms.
I realize how perfect you are,
Your heart, your humor and charm.

To look into your eyes,
Knowing you are there for me.
To hold you in my arms,
Loving you as I can.

To gently kiss your mouth,
Tongues probing one another.
To lie next to you in unabashed splendor,
Knowing you completely accept me.

To tease you -- stroking your body,
Bringing you warmth, bringing you joy.
To stroke my cheek on your inner thigh,
Quickening your desire.

To kiss you in intimate places,
Hastening your urge to join.
To feel your body yield to me,
Parting softly, accepting me within.

To feel your loins move, your passion rising,
Quivering . . . releasing . . .
Quenching your desire.
Holding and caressing one another,
Feeling loved, feeling nurtured.

Savoring only the time together,
Caring not what tomorrow brings.

Make love to me...
I see it in your eyes
so full of hot desire
like a fire
I want to drown in.

Make love to me...
I feel it in your touch
your hands on my skin,
they set me on fire
and only you can quench.

Make love to me...
Your lips so full of love
they kiss the hidden places
of my body, till it aches
with a lust I cannot shake.

Make love to me...
My body and my soul
laid bare for you to mold
reaching heights untold
until I explode.

Make love to me...

Mutual hearts which will not unbind,
never with unending time.
Two souls intertwined,
as each has their goals aligned.
All tensions definitely resigned.

Wrapped in each others arms,
nothing can bring, to each any harm,
and both each perceive the others charm.
Neither feels, never, a need for alarm.

Apart, always slightly unnerved,
but anticipation for togetherness again will be served.
The road lay ahead surely un-curved.

Equal the desire among them is stronger than any,
the conflict between, will be few and not many.

Complete in a way not done,
An internal light shines brighter than the sun.
Spirited and endless, the everlasting fun.

Kisses melt one to another,
Here there is no word like “smother.”
Physically, a feeling like no other.

Mental connections in touch with desire,
the pulses race, and two hearts are on fire.

When two souls become one,
The stars and moon become the sum.
This kind of life and love should never be undone.

Truth in Love is white and pure.
It is desire, best-friendship, and the ultimate cure.
You can not ever, make it, something unsure.

You like Jeans I like skirts neither of us can stand button up shirts, Your interested in shampoo's and have worn out many a brush whilst my hair remains relatively untouched, Driving along I like to sing you prefer silence as your con-cen-trat-ing, I like a good steak with serves of gravy and chips no its salmon for you gotta watch your hips, At times our love is as sweet as sugar and others it seems as though hell could be cooler then again we have times of immense delight and all our troubles for awhile remain outta sight, Its true my dear we are of the opposite type like you are day and I am the night together we walk forget the hype this is as real as it gets for me and you my delight.....

Oh my Ukrainian rose from across the sea
How I long to be with thee
Your beautiful smile
Your long blond hair
I want to be with you and see you there

Your sparkling blue eyes,so tender and warm
Your stunning beauty and womanly form
These are the things I truly miss
Your ruby lips I long to kiss

I hope one day our paths will meet
And warm embrace whene our hearts do beat
I long to feel your tender touch
When you are not with me, I miss you so much

I want you with me day by day
And pray to god we will I say
Until my sweet, my love grows and grows
My beautiful angel, my Ukrainian rose

WHERE IS THIS LOVE? I KNOW THAT HE EXIST BUT I CAN'T FIND HIM.
IS HE LIVING ON A BEACH DOWN SOUTH? OR MAYBE ON LONG ISLAND?
CAN I FIND HIM IN A CORN FIELD, OR A FARM IN THE MID WEST?
IS HE FREEZING IN ALASKA? WILL HE BE THE VERY BEST?
DOES HE SMOKE A PACK OR TWO A DAY OR DRINK WHISKEY OR BEER,
IS HE SHORT OR TALL FAT OR BALD, WHO CARES? I WANT HIM NEAR.
DOES HE CARE ABOUT MY OUTLOOK? WILL HE LIKE ME AS I AM?
I KNOW I HAVE TO FIND HIM, TIME IS TICKING, WHAT A JAM!
IS HE LIVING IN OHIO GAZING AT THE MOON AND STARS?
ARE HIS EYES AS BLUE AS DIAMONDS? CAN HE PLAY A MEAN GUITAR?
IS HE SWEET JUST LIKE I WANT HIM? WILL HE SING TO ME AT TIMES?
DOES HE LIKE TO READ, FOLLOW OR LEAD? WRITE POETRY AND RHYMES?
THE MORE I THINK ABOUT IT, THE LESS I WANT WAIT,
I GUESS ITS ALL PLANNED OUT FOR ME, THIS LITTLE THING CALLED FATE.
I KNOW THAT HE IS OUT THERE,DRIVING TRUCKS OR TRIMMING TREES.
ONE QUESTION THOUGH, I NEED TO KNOW, DOES MY LOVE LOOK FOR ME?

Trying to be a knight
in shining armour,
I answered a call,
to save a daimsel,
in distress.
I went tilting
like old Dom Quichotte,
at a windmill.
Caught in a sail,
spun round and
round,
blind to what was before me,
ended crumpled on the ground.
She didn't want to be saved.
It ended in a bloody mess.
I wound up feeling like a frog,
pretending to be not
what I was,
to make sure
she knew not,
and went away
still feeling
like a princess.