You are the whisper on my lips
The taste on my tongue
The scent that haunts
After all is gone
I can still feel your touch
Burned deep in my flesh
The thought speeds my heart
It pounds hard in my chest
You have me addicted
To your incense
Your words
I couldn't predict
Finding love
Could occur
When you speak your native tongue
You speak to my soul
It shivers inside
Does your soul wish to leap?
To intertwine with mine?
Your eyes hold the answer
For that I am sure
Come my Dark Angel
Come bring me your cure
For I want neither visions nor charms
I want you here
Here within my arms
Copyright 2005 Kendra Braun
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