Her hands shaking in anticipation of her lovers touch.
Yearning, longing to hear his voice, to see his rushing smile.
Their eyes met and hold in a lingering glance, the dance
Of love, sweet passionate, love.
Awaiting her beloved, she baths in oils, scents of lavender
Jasmine, vanilla lips painted with honey, fire, desire.
He showers, shaves close, to not scrape her delicate skin
Of love, sweet passionate, love
The longing, sweet longing of embrace lingering of hearts
Pounding beating, in harmony for the dance of love
Preparing their bodies, cleaning, cleansing showering
Of love, sweet passionate, love
As if their minds are one, all thoughts gravitate to each other
Wondering, waiting, wondering, each uncertain-
Is love ever certain? Or is it always a mystery?
Of love, sweet passionate, love.
130 words
The blue rose
Written Sept. 02, 20
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-02 09:27:49
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