love me…

taunt me not….
but love me
the way the fragrance of flowers
call to butterflies in summer.
gently and tenderly,
the way the moon softly lights
the tenderest of nights.
kiss me
with passionate hunger
like the petals of young roses
that can not fathom to be apart.
taunt me not….
but lead me into the depth of rivers
where love can not be quenched
but forever savored.

written by vicky

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