Passion Spent, Goodnight, my Love
Passion spent, now just tenderness.
The light touch of your hand on my chest.
My hand, draped over your hip touching
the soft flesh of your cheek,
now only sleepy, gentle love.
Passion spent, I sense the heat of your body
and the soft touch of your flesh
and the sweet scent of your hair,
and the last whisper I whisper
and the last whisper I hear,
"Goodnight, my love, goodnight."
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* I see the SMILE creep on the faces of
TWO very happy lovers! (spent)
A warm sensual scent I sense wafting through the air, as I read this Loving poem!
WRITE ON!
Blessings and Peace, Passionate_Purple, SHEExoooo
Edwin
Georg
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Carole~
what a romantic write. you have a very lucky lady.
Mary
Regis