Empty Hands

My hands are empty until I hold you again
You are singularly beautiful
In your every thought and deed
You are the most beautiful woman
On the face of this earth
Knowing you love me
Fills me with emotions that are indescribable
I want to smell your hair again
Get lost in your smile again
Watch the raindrops fall on your face
Then kiss your lips so wet
As I lose myself in the madness of this consuming passion
Driving me to the edge of where we live
I see the fire and feel the flames
Searing through me but I feel no pain
Your love shelters me from it all.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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10-9-06…4:20 pm