Hands. Intertwined
Eyes blue like the sky
Darting glances
Down your face
Your eyes, cheekbones
The curve of your nose
Down to your lips
Arms round' my waist
Pulling me closer
Lips parted
Total surrender
Complete control
A fraction of an inch separating
My lips finding yours
Eyes closed
Wandering hands
Slowly
Faster passionate
Deepening
Sparks flying
Lost in your touch
discovering your soul
So much
So close
Yet not enough
•The kiss•
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An Outpouring
Poetry"Writing is a simple thing, all it takes is to sit at a type writer and bleed" - Ernest Hemingway A collection of my original writings.
