by jane sway

To kiss the tender lips
 of the one I love
 to press my own onto yours
   to taste them,
        to taste you,
            to feel wanted,
to feel wanted and needed
         to be needed
 to embrace you
        touch you
            hold you
to feel the strength
     of love
  as we hold each other
   through the night,
       through the tears
             through the fears
                    the pains of life.

Love is not sex, the feel of naked skin
    but rather, love is two souls
         uniting, striving, reaching
          an understanding from within
which neither
could achieve alone.
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