CALL ME
They opened their eyes
And enjoyed the sight of the other.
Wrapped in sheer erotic delight.
Slowly.
Sanity would return.
And he'd lay upon her.
Or she upon him
Locked in the exhausted joy
Each had given the other.
Seizing every moment.
And cherishing
The time they'd spent together.
When their love ritual came to an end
They would slowly drift apart.
Letting go of someone they knew.
W.L.Baker 2011/7
Excerpt from Novel
CHIP SHOT by William Lewis Baker
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