In this
moment – no sound
As my words
are thought
They fall
from your mouth
In the way
that you kiss me
You know my
deeper layers
Touch –
penetrating my soul
Full of
sentences, pauses
And the dot
dot dot of
Delicious
insanity – words
Tumbled in
erotic symphony
Rinsed in delicate
innocence
Sensualised
and contented
We play in
the love we feel
We lay in the
elegance
Of the
moments we create
The memories
we make
Just Me
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