lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

tell meof something fiercer than the love with which i gaze upon youof something softer than the tendernesswith which i hold you.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...

may my touchalways...be tenderas i would strokemother's cheekswhen she cried.

when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.