Kev EmPea

When I hold you in my arms
Everything falls away from our feet
And we stand in space
The starshine dancing in your eyes.
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Now I hang my head all forlorn
Cos you think my limericks corn
But when I think of the bliss
Of your touch and your kiss
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When I took the gift of your love
In great big bites
I did not know that I was getting a slice
Of vice and forbidden fruit
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Our love takes us to an island
on some far untrodden shore
We are the first to re-enter paradise
Free from the suffering which we felt before
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In case i go where you cannot follow
and life becomes unfair.
Go to the foot of the fell
and remember me there.
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Sometimes, when I look back I do not dwell at where I fell
But stand and treasure the memory of a sweet gift.
One of silk within silk wrapped up in an old fur coat
And the free & generous spirit which adventured it there.
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My deep sub-concious is rather capricious
with cruel tempting tortures awaiting the unwary.
It strains the leash to avoid the drip of poison
but the issues that bind defy corrosion.
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We are all alone, in bed, apart
feeling the heat from a body
Or stuck together with passions honey
Or murmering the words to say we’ll never part
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I woke to the Blackbirds call and the feel of you lying in my arms
I walked in the woods and the wind in the leaves sighed your love in my ear.
I sat by the brook and listened to your laughter as we played.
The light is brighter, the smells sweeter and the taste of you will linger on my lips.
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There is fell and dale between you and I tonight
But my body remembers our last touch like a prayer
Murmering in faith i close my eyes to re-taste your kiss
And re-trace on your back that lovely path down
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Will I always find elation in the byways of your smile
And let my lips linger on your shoulder after ending a weary mile?
Will your honey always excite me, will I bring our backs to dew
And write romance letters to you my love always anon anew?
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Wandering like Wordsworths cloud
I find myself dreading the next sight
Of your slopes for fear of finding
The rising pressure as I draw closer
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Floating high in the chapel I love an Angel there
She smiles that special smile and strokes me with her hair
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