Cool comforter,
Smooth sheet,
Stuck between –
Making heat.
Soft white curves,
Strong brown hands,
Slide silkily across –
Each open span.
You stare me down,
Hazel to brown,
Touch your palm to my palm,
The ultimate bond.
Message understood,
Loud and clear,
Skins touch again –
Just gotta be near.
A mumble,
A rumble,
A cry,
I’m alive.
We stay,
We lay,
I love.
i was feeling really maya angelou-ish the day i wrote that...i suppose thats a disclaimer of sorts....
