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January 2003 Poetry Minutes.
Hours.
All are irrelevant,
when it comes to us.
Nothing can come between us,
while we’re lying this close.
Skin to skin.
Soul to soul,
out of control love.
Time flies by,
while we’re as one.
Day or night,
summer or winter.
Time has no importance.
Neither do clothes so take em off,
and let time fly by with me tonight.
~*~ Jill ~*~
Your dreams sound fun!! Your poem speaks love.
I somehow always read poems about "time" and on reading your poem I thought what a delicious way to spend time!! May you not just spend time dreaming, but may your dreams come true!
Nicolette