Under the waxing moonYou run your fingers down my skinWatching the ripples of desireReverberate throughout my formAnd I, willingly rescind any vowI may have made to rebuff you.You wait for the moment of raptureTo remind me of the intensity of your regard-as if I could forget-You refute all of my reasons for remaining freeAs you … Continue reading Ripples of Desire Weave a Symphony of Love