afterwards
The best moments,warm and wet.
your skin aglow,
beaded with sweat.
goosebumps rising under my breath.
the tip of my tongue,
a quiver,
a shiver,
a drawn out sigh.
no other reality,
just you and I.
afterwards
The best moments,lunamarie commented on afterwards
09-02-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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