Wind whipping,
sky grey and black.
Leafs blowing,
rain drops falling.
Your hair blowing in the wind,
like millions of threads flowing in a river.
Soft arms around me,
flowing hair on my chest,
caressing your warm body.
Soft rosy lips pressed against mine,
kissing you softly,
with my love.
Silky hands holding mine,
soft as the finest silk.
I love you...
...always.
11/17/88
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