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TWO LOVERS

Under starry skies
And pale moon
Two lovers did lie
And winds swirled gently
enveloping soft giggles and sighs
Where did it occur
That these two souls should meet
And leave them glittering
marshmellow sweet
Under starry skies
Two souls dared kiss
And perfected a union
Of utter, treasured bliss.

- Heather, May 1998



MY LOVERS KISS IS THE BREATH OF LIFE TO ME...






FACE TO FACE

Face to face we have never been
but if the chance..what then?
What emotion wrought
if eyes could meet
What hunger sated
with a kiss so sweet
..Just to say hello
..hear you in response
What wonder evoked..
if face to face we could be
bur for now time conspires
to keep us distant
bound by things needing thought
and gentle movements
frustration sneaks up and steals laughter
contrite comments
fade adorable smiles
We got caught by suprise
and in this erotic web
we struggle with reason
reasoning what cannot be explained with simple words
These feelings erupt and cascade
and burn away illusions of how it "should" be..
We ease in because we can't turn away..
No matter the ending..the story is begun..

Heather.... br>


...it's something unpredictable,
but in the ends right
I hope you have the time of your life..






..IN YOUR DREAMS..

Do you hear my voice in your dreams?
soft and caressing
pouring over senses in your mind
I could make into reality
All that you imagine
I could build a rage in you
all consuming desire
Bodies fit in time
lips cling and slide
giving you all you can handle
..and more..
I'll ease you in gently..
..like a lover should
blow your mind..
..like only I could..
Swirling, sensual, blistered, thrilled..
Tender, bent, rocked, filled..

- Heather,


THE BREAKUP


You broke my heart a hundred times
and everytime I forgave
Even as you grabbed me
Even as you made me slave
to emotions running wild
You enclosed me in a glass cave
of your making
and here I've stayed until today
This is it..
THE BREAKUP
Never coming back to this
You could'nt realize and then you did
and still insisted "I" was the blame.
Did I create your addictions?
Did I want the violence or the emotional torture?
You beleaguer sorry, apologies spill as song
from your mouth
A song stuck on repeat,
A song I'm sick of..
This is it..
THE BREAKUP

- Heather
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