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A Lover
by Savannah Skye

long for a lover
Whose aim will never miss
my most deep erotic wish

I crave a lover
Whose kiss will float beneath my skin
and whose touch will be more than paper thin

I search for a lover
Who will be wild like the wind
and to all my sexual whims he will bend

I cry for a lover
Who will make love to me in a kama sutric way
in a lover's game of play

I seek a lover
To who poems I will endlessly write
about love in all it's glorious might
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I need a lover
To hold me through the night
and in the day, his love will not be out of sight

I want a lover
Who will stay with me beyond the break of dawn
and in the morning will not be gone

I would take on that lover
Who like in the light of day
will offer me love, not play

I hear that lover
Whose voice is calling me
to that place where his love is falling free

I am going to that lover
Who will love the real me
and not a picture of who they want me to be

As I must be with that lover
Whose love will be as gentle as the soft wind
and true enough to take me to the end
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I long for a lover
To whose love I could crawl
and for whose words I would fall

I crave a lover
Who will stand above most men
with true honesty of where he's been

I search for a lover
Whose infinite love will teach
beyond the longing of lust's reach

I cry for a lover
Whose love is as peaceful as a dove
feeling like it was sent straight from the heavens above

I seek a lover
Whose heart is a wide open space
that will be filled with the image of my face
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I need a lover
To hold me through the night
and in the day, his love will not be out of sight

I want a lover
Who will stay with me beyond the break of dawn
and in the morning will not be gone

I would take on that lover
Who like in the light of day
Will offer me love, not play

I hear that lover
Whose voice is calling me
To that place where his love is falling free

I am going to that lover
Who will love the real me
and not a picture of who they want me to be

As I must be with that lover
Whose love will be as gentle as the soft wind
and true enough to take me to the end

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