Raindrops fall on warm window sills steamed with lust.
Little hands rub sleepy eyelids hoping no one noticed
Smells of fresh bread and Sunday morning fill hungry nostrils
Bicycle bells and lemon yellow sherbert announce summers arrival
Two lips pressed tightly to two lips in total bliss
Fall leaves fall into the safety of winds open hands and dance
A touch from a lover who loves like loving listens through finger tips
Time is love, love is time, acceptance and balance equal bliss
The air between them grew jagged with broken emotion and unfinished thought
Each breath was a prayer that one of them would release the others heart
Setting love free to sing melodies to harmony that cause rhythm to loose its’ beat
But instead
Two lips press tightly to one shoulder in total bliss
Nipples gently caress cotton, tracing circles in subtle gyration across the back
One hand endlessly searches this divine creation for the meaning to life
With touches so deep, so pure as if love listened and spoke through fingertips
Glimpses of eyes and smiles and curves in the moonlight
The pressing of flesh against flesh and then wet
Two minds galaxies apart sharing the same mental orgasm
With only one penetrating thought of ice-cold memories warmed in sunlight
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