Your hot breath to breath,
A cold sweat in your sleeves,
Our tugs and pulls,
Deep in the crevices of night,
Our crowded sheet,
Our clouded mind,
Wrapped in motion in one another,
The strokes of heaven,
The sound of an angel you breath all the louder,
We take grip,
We're unstiff, a linger in touch as I wrap your hips,
A dance in unprecedented sync,
A bed, a floor,
What's a place when our touch indues the world,
A strand of hair,
A stroke and stare,
The eyes inflamed,
As lust fills the air,
Our fingers entangled,
A fight to resist,
The change in our angles,
A grasp at nothing,
But pleasure's all that'll come when,
we're touching.
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Poems of a Clouded Mind
PoetryLost in the insignificance of life and pondering escape, the selections of poems depict the frustrations, ideas and ideals, the saddest moments and exhilarating experiences.
