Touch me, hold me keep me near
Now inside nothing to fear
Sweet joys of desire
Soft sensual sheets we have slipped beneath many times never undone
To complete this acceptance called heat.
Forces that twist, turn you, or hope to see through you underneath.
People say it’s the same, don’t turn your back
Then again don’t play it safe it will be to late
One empty promise
Contradictions of another
Why in this life do we bother?
So I lay my head near
On the shoulder
Those who smile, lend an ear, tell me do not cringe
Hold back, relax we are here
Different then those who possess you
We receive you.
Angela K. Crandall, Author