I found myself wrapped in your love,
As a cloak might wrap me warm,
As hands might hold me close.
And I read your eyes,
Wondering what they might say.
And I touch the soft places of your body
With my fingertips,
Sensing who you are.
Then speaking, you called me –
And I heard the echo too,
In myself, calling you.
Rapt in that cloak,
Touched by your hands,
My body flowed like a stream in its sweetness.
That was my song.

Tony Crisp

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