Move away from the sheer slips surrounding, breathing, near to billowing in my moonlight sleep.
As if in lingering, on the street beneath the lamppost's glow, my lips spilling soft whispers into your awakened ear. Your eyes, set deep, ablaze with hazel flames, speak to me with whispers of their own...
not so softly.
[This message has been edited by Meadowmuse (edited 03-12-2000).]
I do so love... the way you whisper Claire this is lovely. take care, jm
Now for me some words come easy But I know that they don't mean that much Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch You never knew what I loved in you I don't know what you loved in me Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be jackson browne