We spent a lifetime in search for this moment.
Where love grows into a different level.
You breathe me out.
I breathe you in.
Our lips locked in a battle of passion.
Our bodies bonded in a humid clammy texture.
Your face screams of pleasure.
Your body shakes from its shock.
You and/in I.
I and/in you.
One lonely soul to become one of a kind.
You only for I.
I only for you.
It takes time to join.
To last but not finish.
To start but not end.
A moment to share in love.
Growing spent in flesh.
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoesíaSad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
