The way the stars come down
To kiss the sea
Reminds me of how my kisses
Fell across your hips – gently
Of how my fingers traced
The softness of your curves
Your eyes shining in anticipation
And then
The tender release of tension
And the whispers of - my name
Oh,
And the whispers of - my name
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A/N:
Silly Poets.
-DarthPadre
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Maximum Exposure
PoesíaThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
