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Us
Planes and angles
limb that dangles
off the bed
clothes on the floor
sensual softness
musk and moment
rapture that is ours once more.
How begin it
magic in it
touch, a smile, a searching glance
lips that call me, lips that beg me
lead us to this wanton dance.
Can we ever
will we never
lose the love that sets us free,
love and laughter, holding after:
this the world, just you, just me.
limb that dangles
off the bed
clothes on the floor
sensual softness
musk and moment
rapture that is ours once more.
How begin it
magic in it
touch, a smile, a searching glance
lips that call me, lips that beg me
lead us to this wanton dance.
Can we ever
will we never
lose the love that sets us free,
love and laughter, holding after:
this the world, just you, just me.
Published 7th Jul 2013
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