I waited for her in my dingy room
Where books were scattered
And love notes tattered on the floor
The darkness came with a storm
Thunder rumbled, lightening chose
It's targets. . .
I was not afraid just tired of waiting
She was always late and she hasn't changed
In all the years I've known her
She kissed me long, I kissed her hard
We toasted our love with red wine
Always, she surprises me...
We undressed each other slowly,
As though we were seeing each other
For the very first time-
Our kissing becomes breathtaking
Lying ourselves on the bed
We kissed and made love till dawn
The slow Undressing Rehersals! NICE!!!
Tenderness is so beautiful...as is too sometimes
the immediate urgency to create a clothes trail :)
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Well done and very interesting as well.
Love and Light
Lily
dingy room
with a storm
tired of waiting
kissed her hard
each other slowly
breathtaking
or
scattered
chose
hasn't changed
red wine
each other
on the bed
and
floor
targets
her
me
time-
dawn
:) I could go on, but, sometimes, the reader sees it all, then loses it, then finds it, and on and on.. Enjoyed the content and contexted formulation.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Love ya!
Jane