Counting the hours, counting sheep, clock ticking no sleep
your face engraved on my rentinas, your flavour still on my tongue
passing the time in the dark early hours relentlessly waiting for relief
from the spell, the magic you weaved like a spider's web
intricate, beautiful and with utmost skill, I'm lost I know
enveloped by the words you whispered and the words you write
and just when I think my sense has returned, your name comes up on my screen
sending phrases of passion, enticing, tempting and I am drawn
into your labyrinth once again, the inexorable pull of desire ruthless,
enchanting and all I can reply with my pathetic mind is, Oui!
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Jij bent grandioos in passie!
killea: Thank you, sweetheart
killea: merci beaucoup, mon cher Jan
killea: Merci, Greta
Oui, oui, oui......
killea: xxx merci, Noel
killea: Merci beaucoup, cherie
Full of love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
killea: Thank, Anne
For a moment I taught it would be in French and then you would have lost me :-) Again full of tormented passion. You're the queen of drama:-)
killea: oui, aren't I just, dddfish
amazing June, you are deeply in love!
killea: You think? Marc
iets om voor te dragen, mooiiiii
killea: Thank you angelface
Je weet mooi sfeer te schetsen
r6 misschien you wrote ... (om in de verleden tijd te blijven)
killea: Thank you Alie
What can I say? Sigh. And wowh! A deep bow for you Killea!
killea: Wow, is about all I can say too! Hazen
thanks for FB