Him

Finger tips to finger tips
A soft kiss on my lips
Hands around my waist
Pushing away in haste

Temptaion too much
Just a look, just a touch
Just a glance into your eyes
I buy into all your lies

Not a regret
Not a worry or a fret
He knows i'm his
And when he's gone its him I miss

Linda L. Wilson
10-22-05