Tilt of your head in a reflective stare, soft flowing locks shining through the brush of my fingers in your hair, sparkle of your evening eyes, stubborn little pouts, sensual whimpering cries, excited shouts of wonderment, seductive tone of your breath, the thrill to your intellect, dignity and compassion which flows from your soul, a heart spun of gold, the fire in your glare, folded arms which protect the life within your breast, knowing looks of dreams we’ve shared, twisted smile of your dare, your patients for others silly and serious cares, your desire to reach higher and better, the subtle intimate sense you have of reading a letter, gentle silhouette falling from shoulder to chest, erotic blur in my mind as I want the rest, your open trust of my heart, that glint of pounding deep within our souls as flowers leave my hand and reach their destine goal, that bright joyful smile that lights any room, your casual sparkling smirk which sets my chest a swoon, every precious little * thing which make’s you my song to sing.

© Bruce Larson*Moore
Whidbey Island, WA
9-6-97