Open Poetry #46 |
forever this morning |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
His hand touched hers, Light, like a small envelope Against her brown hair. She bled through her lips Like a lover does when The paint on the wall still Dries from the wet, wholesome sex. Their heads eased forward, Trading eyes for smiles And overtures for light forums of pleasure. Between her kneecaps, She fell endlessly along his eyelashes. They were alone in the morning sea, And if they were alone, they were alone to be, And alone they stayed, through the same white sheets, Her arms entangled with the sail of his dry cheeks. |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Beautiful, enjoyed! Kat >^..^< |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Very nice, enjoyed it very much! ebm |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks Kat and Eusta...happy you enjoyed. Take care Cheers Tomer |
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