WamathaiI get lost in your eyes
Those deep brown eyes
They speak volumes o me
Of deep seated desire
I melt in your arms
Those warm tender arms
The instruments of your love
Playing notes only i can hear
I get drunk by your voice
It keeps me afloat
Sends my heart soaring
I grow weak when you whisper
Those intimate whispers
That shivers down my spine
At the feel of your warm breath
I go mad at your touch
That gentle caress
Makes my heart skip
Sends little tingles all over
I go wild when you kiss me
Those tender loving kisses
That set me on fire
Every time or lips meet
i feel safe that you love me
That true, pure love
You profess for me you possess
That’s the best feeling of all…
© Vickie zosi