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Touch me once with your perfect hands, and might Zeus in Olympus I become; taller than the tallest mountain range, Stronger than the strongest crashing wave.
The raging fire of emotion in me caused by your arson as
Subtle as the chance meeting of palms in the innocent work
Of humankind.
Touch me twice as I brush by your hair. A purposeful accident
To smell your perfection and be suddenly drunk by my passion's
Wine. And as I raise my glass in toast to you I become
Your pitiful, passionate, lovesick fool. But let me drink some
More I beg.
And you with your ready bottle oblige.
Three times, my heart, three times with your eyes and you have
Laid me down to rest.
Dead to any other woman that breathes, but alive in a million
Vibrant colors
That paint your smile in the sky of my soul.
Four times is all my soul can beg, to see, to feel, to smell
You, love.
To make my mind go crazily sane in the quick hypnosis of your Sexiness.
Your head held high and your regal walk make you more than a
Woman.
More than a goddess,
More than immortal, carved in beautiful flesh.
As you walk, your back to me, my soul resigns, my heart
At rest...
With four.
And then
Bang!
You shoot me with your killer smile. And all I want is
More.
More.
More.
That was deep. So much love you have for your special lady and it warms my heart when I know love still lives. I enjoy your poems they are a delight to read.