Sometimes...
I sit and stare at you whole.
I look beyond your handsome face, sexy lips, and precious eyes
And look deep into your soul.
And to my satisfaction I found something as pure as gold.
Sometimes...
I dream of us making love.
Your flesh upon my flesh is not what I'm speaking of.
But of us holding hands,
Walking across the soft, moist sand,
In the middle of the night,
While you are caressing my body and holding me tight.
Sometimes...
I have thoughts of us being intimate.
Not the kind of thoughts that to God I would have to repent.
But of us being dressed in white
Giving this relationship a copyright.
Oh, everything is just right;
Us giving our vows
While our family and friends say "wow."
Most importantly, showing everyone how much our love is true
When we say the famous phrase, "I do."
Sometimes...
I think of us reaching our peak.
Not the sexual orgasm that makes me weak.
But of us growing old together;
Maintaing the storm, rain, and any other type of weather.
That in thirty years, you'll still make me feel light as a feather.
I'm talking about keeping this relationship strong forever.
All this I do think about. These thoughts run through my mind
Not all the time but,
Sometimes...
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