Fine lines so burnished, it blurs into the image
the two become one, with no effort, at all
No words are needed, can't be contained in a language
destined we were, without breaking the fall
Mesmerized we stood; velvet waves swayed between us
nothing but blinking, embellished the stare
Spanning the space between lover and lust
so smooth was the feeling, like we were walking on air
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Comments (4)
So soothing as I read this one.
I fall apart & am lost for want of a merging.
wooaa.. Nice!
beautiful