Sunday, March 24, 2013

Delightful Words

A short poem from a good friend of mine, I thought would be nice to share:
It starts with a look, a word, a kiss
The slightest brush of skin.
Desire awakens and surfaces
Grows from deep within

Stirring of mood and quickening of pulse
She quietly whispers my name.
Deep and guttural needs arise
I struggle now to tame.

As we plan our brave escape
to this secret; most sacred place
I find my heart within her now
I live within her space.

Something that she gives me
No one other can
Arousal at her every touch
My heart within her hand.
All hope for your enjoyment.

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