panting we fight to control need
the greed the wanting of more
our desire’s lapse of judgement
at first craving just a touch, a kiss
but all the time begging more
in the falling magic of dawn
lips taste lips and capture love
we dance the dance of the fingertips
like chords of a cello lightly touched
devouring each other’s essence
pushing, pushing lust to the limit
warm lava flow release the seed
then in each others arms…
sated we lay in little death
~hugs~
Karen
Love,
CJ
Ted
Love,
Susan
Lovely, lovely piece!
Thank you
Love, Sheila
In Love Agape, Jo
Regis
love your Cuz, Rose XOXO
pax A
debra
Great line Fee, excellent write. Hugs, Laura
Outstanding job!!
Love And Peace To You Always..Morning Star
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.