Saturday, September 07, 2013
Desideratum...
Cheek lightly placed against your
softness, whispers in your ears;
a curdled expression of love.
And your breath, swiftly
mingling with mine when
we are this close; the smell of your skin,
the aroma that even Gods
distill in phials and
indulge in commerce with.
The casual touch of my lips
to yours - as we gaze and
convey our gnawing ache to the other.
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