STRIP HER BARE / ON YOUR WHITE LINEN SHEETS / WORSHIP HER SKIN / WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS / INTO HER EARS / AS HER LAUGHS TRICKLE FROM HER CHAPPED LIPS / AND PLAY THEMSELVES TO YOU / IN A SONG YOU DID NOT KNOW / YOU HAD BEEN LONGING FOR ALL THIS TIME
OCCUPY YOURSELF / WITH THE LIGHT FEELING THAT BLOOMS / IN YOUR CHEST / EVERY TIME YOU SEE HER / PLAY WITH THE SILKY STRANDS OF HER HAIR / TRACE THE LINES OF HER FACE / DRINK HER IN LIKE YOU NEED HER / TANGLE YOUR LIMBS TOGETHER / AT THE BREAK OF DOWN / WHILE YOU PROMISE HER THINGS / THAT CANNOT BE KEPT
WHAT IS LOVE? / THIS IS LOVE.
- WHAT IS LOVE? [ALTERNATIVELY NAMED: NO NO NO IT REALLY ISN'T - 7.14.16]
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PoetryLIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]
