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A Lover
by Savannah Skye

I long for a lover
  Whose aim will never miss
     my most deep erotic wish

I crave a lover
  Whose kiss will float beneath my skin
     and whose touch will be more than paper thin

I search for a lover
  Who will be wild like the wind
     and to all my sexual whims he will bend

I cry for a lover
  Who will make love to me in a kama sutric way
     in a lover's game of play

I seek a lover
  To who poems I will endlessly write
     about love in all it's glorious might

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I need a lover
  To hold me through the night
     and in the day, his love will not be out of sight

I want a lover
  Who will stay with me beyond the break of dawn
     and in the morning will not be gone

I would take on that lover
  Who like in the light of day
     will offer me love, not play

I hear that lover
  Whose voice is calling me
     to that place where his love is falling free

I am going to that lover
  Who will love the real me
     and not a picture of who they want me to be

As I must be with that lover
  Whose love will be as gentle as the soft wind
     and true enough to take me to the end

---

I long for a lover
  To whose love I could crawl

     and for whose words I would fall

I crave a lover
  Who will stand above most men
     with true honesty of where he's been

I search for a lover
  Whose infinite love will teach
     beyond the longing of lust's reach

I cry for a lover
  Whose love is as peaceful as a dove
     feeling like it was sent straight from the heavens above

I seek a lover
  Whose heart is a wide open space
     that will be filled with the image of my face

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I need a lover
  To hold me through the night
     and in the day, his love will not be out of sigh


I want a lover
  Who will stay with me beyond the break of dawn
     and in the morning will not be gone

I would take on that lover
  Who like in the light of day
     Will offer me love, not play

I hear that lover
  Whose voice is calling me
     To that place where his love is falling free

I am going to that lover
  Who will love the real me
     and not a picture of who they want me to be

As I must be with that lover
  Whose love will be as gentle as the soft wind
     and true enough to take me to the end

ss-09/12/2000

 

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