Forgiven at last perhaps.
The morning after the night before.
Tried to even up the score.
Cold.
Could the chill be breached?
Of course it could.
Mornings are for making up.
Flashing passion.
Together quiver.
Bodies snuggle tight evicting anger's raging shiver.
Close in body held well.
Cheek touched softly.
In scarlet passion.
Pair of hearts no longer bled.
The sucker's love is not dead.
Bodies roll and writhe as anger stripped.
Overtaken in moments of melting moulding together.
In ecstatic moments.
Leading to heavens' afterglow.
As love cried tears of pure joy.
Atonement for last nights passed storm.
Follow on from Morning Glory 17/11/2013.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
Forgiven at last perhaps.
The morning after the night before.
Tried to even up the score.
Cold.
Could the chill be breached?
Of course it could.
Mornings are for making up.
Flashing passion.
Together quiver.
Bodies snuggle tight evicting anger's raging shiver.
Close in body held well.
Cheek touched softly.
In scarlet passion.
Pair of hearts no longer bled.
The sucker's love is not dead.
Bodies roll and writhe as anger stripped.
Overtaken in moments of melting moulding together.
In ecstatic moments.
Leading to heavens' afterglow.
As love cried tears of pure joy.
Atonement for last nights passed storm.
Follow on from Morning Glory 17/11/2013.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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