And while I might not note down a date...

It most certainly sparks off one...

And now, I cannot wait.

And yes...I believe the word is spoilers....

But I'm changing it to...

temptations....
<3

And while you shake...I hold your hand...

It'll be okay.

It was more than okay

And while you stand on stage...shaking, You blow a most confident note; I look at you while I play, at times losing focus.

And all went well, and most sweet.

Oh...the piece?
Strangely, and most ironicly....Eyes on Me~~

I feel my wings have broken in your hands;
I feel the words unspoken inside.

The fabric of your flesh; ~ pure as a wedding dress.

A touch, soft and tender.
A whisper, full of desire
A gasp of sweet surrender
As passion fuels the fire

No words spoken between them
No promises to be kept
No lies being told tonight
No looking back - no regrets

Longing to hold each other
Such precious little time
Both vowed to another
Being lonely their only crime

I miss you...

Ah just about when I though I had the upper hand....
ahhhh

That feeling was amazing....
I think, we've *nearly* done it all

loveyou...

Take my hand and lead the way;
tell me all you want to say.
Whisper softly in my ear,
all those things I want to hear.
Kiss my lips and touch my skin;
bring out passions deep within.
Pull me close and hold me near;
take away my pain and fear.
In the darkness of the night,
be my beacon, shine your light.
In the brightness of the sun,
show me that you are the one.
Give me wings so I can fly;
for I can soar when you're nearby.
Enter my heart, break down the wall,
it's time for me to watch it fall.
I've been a prisoner, can't you see?
Break my chains and set me free.
Strip me of my armor tight;
you'll find I won't put up a fight.
Release my soul held deep within . . .
I'm ready now, let love begin.

Moon hangs, almost full
pieces of cloud scatter,
glide in soft, summer breeze.
We lay in our meadow
listening to the sound of night
her head nestled on my arm.
Night air made for kissing
dances upon our skin
chilling wherever is damp.
She stirs, quietly calls,
my name hangs on summer eve
floats about our meadow.
She sighs, moves closer
snuggling in, once again
her breath stirs, awakens.
Hands join in gentle caress
exploration shared and renewed
oh, so smooth and lovely.
We turn, lips meeting
slow, softly, delicate
building quickly to demand.
Crying out, beginning and end
collapsing, breathing ragged
moon hangs, slightly fuller.