Lots of love

Love would be the subject that is most written and sung about. Shamefully I've only written a handful, but happily, the first two got published!

Pine, yearn, need want

I want somebody to call my very own,

To love to cherish and share a home.

Sit down and listen to an innermost secret

And my bad side of nature for him to expect.

I need love and care and to be held tight,

When I'm one under par and things are not right.

To be looked after when I'm not feeling too good

And if I'm not making sense, to be understood.

I yearn to always give as much as I take,

So next time around they'll be no mistake.

Fundamentally speaking, on both sides it's trust,

Decisions between us with minimum of fuss.

I pine to lesson his problems when life gets tough

And talk through slowly when enough is enough.

Hold hands and comfort when things are bad,

Cuddle and cry when he's feeling sad.

On both sides there must be mutual feeling

And treat each other as human beings,

And actions always speak louder than words,

A token of love, your promise, your word.

The time will come when I'll fall in love,

Keep my promise (again) 'til I ascend up above.

To love and live in sweet harmony,

How long before this will happen to me?

Copyright Linda Lawrence
28th February 1993

Essensuals

I want to touch your body

Feel your skin

Feel your love

From deep within

I want to kiss your neck

Touch your spine,

Caress your sex

As you do mine.

I want to suck your toes

Make you high

Gently probe

Until we synchronize.

I want to find your zones

So pleasurable

Show me where

I'll heighten them all.

I want to stoke everywhere

Kiss your lips

Feel your tongue

Around my hips.

I want to scratch your back

Feel your fingers

Pleasure and pain

And hope it lingers.

I want body and soul

Know every part

From top to tail

Where do I start?

I want us to combine

Unite as one

As soon as this shyness

Is well overcome.

I want to feel every sense

Know every sign

Be ready

Before we entwine.

I want those dark nights

You in my bed

I'll be close

Inside your head.

I want you to love me

Need as well

Like I do you

Before we gel.

Copyright Linda Lawrence
22nd January 1993

Love

Your kiss on my lips

Thrills me to bits

Your face on my cheek

Makes me go weak,

The way you smile

After a while

Makes me so high

So happy, I could cry.

My hand that you hold

Feels strong and so bold

So protective (sometimes cold)

On you I'm sold.

The way you hold me,

Gently, but firmly.

I just want to burst

I hope you'll be the first;

I want to express

My feelings I guess.

Some truth to be spoken

Not my heart to be broken.

1990