Time Signature  

His kisses were sweet "like wine," she said  
 though still she thought them sweeter.  
 His eyes were deep and piercing  
 like no one had ever seen her.  

 His touch was like a guided prayer  
 coming from within.  
 His hands were strong, yet gentle  
 as they moved across her skin.  

 And for a time, there was no time  
 as they moved through love's embrace  
 and a signature they left behind  
 unique to time and space.

  May 26/98  

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