Monday, February 21, 2011

Breathless


He plays her like an instrument he knows
intimately.
She arches for him,
He meets every curve
with his hard warmth.

Unwittingly casting a spell,
whispered secrets whorl
above their heads.

Their kiss, a potent drug
A climactic need.

Breathless.

2 comments:

  1. a sensuous poem ~ loved reading! Thank you : )

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  2. thank you for taking your time to read Louise. im honored!

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