Your fingertips run down my spine <br />caressing every nerve end of mine. <br />Our hearts beat as one <br />as raptures of love around us entwine. <br />The world does not exist <br />in our paradise where we recline. <br />Our senses smoulder <br />before the intensity of love’s fire <br />as we drift into desire. <br />Emotions lift us to the clouds <br />murmuring voices reach aloud, <br />giving no passage to time <br />as our heart entwine. <br /> <br />2 July 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voices-reach-aloud/
