The World of Myth Magazine

It's your name I would whisper
If I need to speak of love
A name so delicate on my lips
Yet I wear it like a glove
I speak of you so gently
Like I handle fragile glass
I handle you so lightly
Or like dust in wind you'll pass
Your voice is soft and tender
Like a ripple on a lake
The tone of your expression
My ears can barely take
Your touch is so angelic
Sends shivers down my spine
It's all that I can say or do
When our bodies intertwine
So please don't leave me wanting
Keep your body near to mine
Because when we're close together
Your love is just divine.

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