Love is..
Looks me in the eye
Brings me to tears with the sincerest words
Willing to go sleepless
And accompany the wind
The hooting owl at a wee hour
Sings with nightingale
Until the curtain closed
And the hands crooked
And the silence is broken
By deep breaths and sighs
And the heart hums in peace
Love has found a pair at last.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words Orgasm Poetry
PoesíaMature poetry Lines about love, Mid-30ish life, sex and random thoughts. Playful thoughts in the morning. Silly ideas at night. And a whole lot of everything over a steam of espresso.
