When The Ink Runs Dry All Is Lost

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Perfect

A perfect day, a perfect night
Our body's grow closer
Warmth grows to sweat
Hands are exploring unseen territory
Slowly they move over curves
They follow limbs to their tips
Our lips touch, feel, want
Whispers and moans fill the air
Darkness covers the room

1 Comments:

At 12:38 PM , Blogger Mommy Emily said...

ummm... :) too much info! j/k.

 

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