Saturday, April 16, 2011

Ellise C. Weaver

If I were the wind
I would caress your hair
Softly, gently, turning it in the air
Wanting, wishing I could hold it in my possession
Selfishly wanting my infinite obsession

If I were a songbird
I would sing you a tune
Sprightly, pleasantly, increasing your boon
Filling your ears with fervent adore
Making my way to your heart evermore

If I were the rain
I would shower your skin
Hoping, dreaming of soaking it in
Trickling, meandering closer still
If only it were possible to get my fill
Posted by s.A at 10:06 AM
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  1. s.AApril 16, 2011 at 10:09 AM

    If I were the wind
    I would caress your hair
    Softly, gently, turning it in the air
    Wanting, wishing I could hold it in my possession
    Selfishly wanting my infinite obsession

    If I were the sunshine
    I would touch your upturned nose
    Sprinkle warm sunlit kisses upon your repose
    Closeness inadequate to quench my desire
    Covetously yearning, your love to acquire

    If I were a songbird
    I would sing you a tune
    Sprightly, pleasantly, increasing your boon
    Filling your ears with fervent adore
    Making my way to your heart evermore

    If I were a butterfly
    I would follow your way
    Silently, quietly wishing to stay
    Upon delicate skin smooth as silk
    Flawless perfection, creamy white milk

    If I were a flower
    I would share my expression
    Freely displaying my ardent confession
    Delicately scenting the fresh air you breathe
    With sweet smelling fragrance, to you, I bequeath

    If I were a tree
    I would shade from the heat
    Sharing my shadow upon you so sweet
    Whispering, chanting your very dear name
    Not close enough, my beating heart to tame

    If I were the rain
    I would shower your skin
    Hoping, dreaming of soaking it in
    Trickling, meandering closer still
    If only it were possible to get my fill

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  2. s.AApril 16, 2011 at 10:17 AM

    "The Governess" by Ellise C. Weaver

    http://www.authonomy.com/books/31440/the-governess/read-book/?chapterid=299157#chapter

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  3. AnonymousApril 16, 2011 at 11:30 PM

    Love hypnotize her
    if you hear the rain
    you feel her heart thunder

    dreaming,
    he was her wind
    she was his sunshine
    he was her tree
    she was his flower
    his Love her butterfly
    her Love her songbird
    Hoping,
    him, good enough human
    her, his only being

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