My Perfect Woman

My Perfect Woman



One that I could never describe, but can only feel in my dreams.

One whose kisses let me into her lips and I become her lips...

One whose body I hold, and I breathe her in like soft summer breezes off the sea.

She warms my cheek on her breast, and I am her comfort and her child.

She is my soul.  I am her blood.

Together we live like the land and the sea.

We simply β€œare”.


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You are a very good poet. I am impressed by your writing ability. Don't give it up.. you can be something great Michael. Tanya