Monday, November 5, 2012

Blondes prefer gentlemen

Holding your hand to make mine warm
Pushing back your fringe to see your blue eyes
Stroking your neck to hear the sweetest sighs
As you rain your kisses down in a storm
Drowning all your loneliness and your fear
Saying you’re the most beautiful woman
Allowing your blonde hair drift through my hand
Saying the things that you’ve longed to hear
Catching all those words you’ve wanted to say
Caressing your soft shoulders tenderly
Drop your defences. Here there’s only me
There’s no need to be scared for here I’ll stay

Open up your pure heart and let mine in
Because for far too long it’s been waiting


3rd June 2005

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