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Ramblings of a Yorkshire Lass
By Angela Graham
I FEEL IT
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Gazing into Your deep brown eyes And hearing Your exquisite sighs I know you want me I feel it
Place your strong hands Around my waist Pull me into A sweet embrace Then, feel my breath Upon your face
Trace your fingers Along my spine Unite with me And forever, be mine I know you want me I feel it
DO YOU REMEMBER
In I3th Century time We lovers, holding hands Walked the castle walls You taught me bow and arrow I watch you jousting You fell from your horse And never awoke That day, my soul died
Do you remember… In 16th Century time Our souls reunited You taught me to sword fight I was your wife; we lay entwined... Together, on a four poster bed As you held me tight You kissed my eyes, and I slept
At dawn, I awoke To the sound of clinking armour As you dressed, I pressed myself Into your cold metal chest, and wept My lover, my husband, my Knight
Mounting your horse Sun reflecting, on your armour Dazzled, I watch you ride away Over the hills, into battle You never, came back That day, again my soul died
As Centuries pass Forever, I am searching Visiting new places Looking at faces Longing only, to be reunited With you, my love
I, now trapped in 20th Century time Guided to a foreign land Where I met with a man When he held my hands Looking into his eyes I felt within him – you I am asking, show me... Is it you…
I Was There
“Teach me” he said His American voice A purr... My lover’s words soothing I pulled at the buttons On his shirt Removed his denim jeans And laid him bare
He lay in my arms Staring at the chandelier The tip of my tongue Tracing the nape Of his neck My magic fingers Stroking his inner thighs Exotic, his sighs-erotic
How I longed For his touch... His pale hands Caressing my breasts His manhood, throbbing Against my skin
In his bed with passion We loved Smothering kisses On lips and limbs My strong hands, felt him Into him, I melted
I watch him, as he sleeps Love yearning Lust burning Gently blowing On his face, he awakes... And it all begins Again and again I was there...
Angela Graham ‘Ramblings of a Yorkshire Lass ‘
