Bittersweet
We lay here quiet in the night
embraced in loves sweet yearning,
your body's a poem, a sonnet for me
or lips a sensuous burning.
You touch me, I feel the flames of delight
grow wild and uncontrolled
the passion flys high, and I'm lost in it's flight
it explodes, then you hold me.
We lay their quiet for a little while
just touching with fingertips
and love flows from us exquisitely
I feel the warmth of your body, your lips.
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