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."
Happy!!! New Year Hun
Your riveting imagery is a WONDERFUL REALITY! ENJOYED THIS as my breathing subsided...
Awesome sensual poem!
Blessings of Love! Peace! And Harmony,PurplePassionSHEEOXXO
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Your Newfie friend, Hugs, Rose
Georg
Anna