Her Perspective 2
his eyes
tense and brilliant
merged onto mine
his lips buried unto mine
lips are sealed blood bubbled
his hands cusped mine
promising bliss
my breath is held, forgive tongue
tied his tongue
prisoner of love i being
freedom is at your finger tips
use it or lose it
he whispered gently into my
inner ears
and began to stroke me
like a baby lullabying
without words
his heart
tumultuous made me
hang in the uncert-
ainty of time
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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