The dark shadows of my loneliness she
dissipates
Her tender smile fills my heart, how it
vibrates!
My mind tends to wander as I think of
her,
her perfume, the electricity in her
touch,
the softness and sensuality of her
voice.
Is it an impossible dream for us to be
together?
To hold her, to caress her, to kiss her
and such?
She is mine! That is my choice.
So many feelings that need to be
written.
There is no doubt. I am smitten!
Pedro Marenco
© Sacramento, CA June 30, 1998