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| Summer 2005 |
| Reflections: |
| I watched you while you were laying by the Mediterranean Sea |
| on that beach in Saint Tropez |
| Distorted reflections of pink buildings |
| mirrored in the little beads of sweat on your back |
| I gazed for awhile |
| mesmerized by the loveliness of your smooth skin |
| Then traced a heart through the sweat with my finger |
| I love the feel of your skin |
| especially when it is rubbing against mine |
| and the salty taste of your sweat. |
| It wasn't that long ago that we were far apart |
| and the feel of your skin was only a dream |
| and the sound of your laughter |
| could be heard only over the phone |
| Now with Paris behind us |
| and the world ahead |
| We'll laugh in the sunshine |
| and make love in the rain |
| And I'll worship your body |
| and the smoothness of your skin. |
| And we'll let God watch, |
| as we make love under a indigo sky |
| in a Alpine meadow |
| For I know that God loves love |
| just as I know |
| I love you. |