I promise not to ask
How drunk you were
When you told me you missed me
If you promise not to ask
About the crimson river
In your kitchen.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
Words do not get attention
But the feelings behind them do
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
shared portions:
two straws in one
glass
a panini split in
(even) halves
one bowl of soup
twice as many spoons
smooth butter finely spread
over generous slices of bread
(still warm)
all begins
the moment one
of us says
"hi"
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
Once the night fell
my lover arrived
i felt the velvety smooth
caress on my bare shoulders...
soft lips leaving trails
of fire in its wake
from my neck downwards
glabrous hands wandering...
We move together in a
rhythmical dance in the
cadence of our infatuation...
in our ****** we became
unbroken and for once
in my life i felt
imperf orate...
We became filled with the
essence of each other
and we were at our peak
in the moonlight...
in the embrace of the stars
we fell into a deep slumber
and when the sun came up, it was...
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC