Gentle There was lipstick and kisses, Shoes on the floor. There was no sense of self, Or who´d we´d been before. There was cologne and touches, Shirts on the floor. There was no remembrance, Of who we´d been before. There was perfume and embraces, Pants on the floor. There was no contemplation, No thoughts about before. There was feeling and seeing. A need so strong. To exist in each others arms. Loving desire can´t be wrong. There was shallow breaths, Soft spoken words. There was gentle stroking, A choir of birds. There was quiet gasping, Little surprising sighs. There was a sudden release of tension, A rocket to the highs. There was feeling and seeing. A need so strong. To exist in each others arms. Loving desire can´t be wrong. /J.S.
Posted on: Wed, 18 Sep 2013 01:11:42 +0000
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