Familiar StrangerA Poem by Ebb and FlowAbout something I find specialKissing my skin he takes my very breath away. So soft and gentle and sensual. He's my comfort when none is offered. He whispers the sweetest things into begging ears. As he caresses my face I close my eyes and enjoy the supple touch. Chills spill down my spine and total bliss fills every vein. He judges not my tears or pain he loves me unconditionally. As I wait for him to come around I think of nothing but him. I can feel him with me even though we are apart. When at last he arrives his kiss to my skin leaves me without air. He's the familiar stranger I've grown to love and adore. He's the wind of fate and he calls to me daily.
© 2009 Ebb and FlowAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on August 11, 2009 AuthorEbb and FlowMilton Mills, NHAboutThe names Krystina Michelle Walters Poetry is one of my soul passions in life. Without its passion I wouldn't understand the beauty of the written word or that beauty of this world. "Words have.. more..Writing
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