Lost In a Moment
Rippling linens lay wrapped round lingering caressess.
Silient eutopia surpressed in euphoric sighs
Hands hastily hunger as cotton undresses.
Fingertips finesse forthcoming sighs,as the linens rise.
Bodies intertwine,beautiful boquets of brown curls fall apart.
Gently on the linen they lay.Then rise as hands draw closer beating hearts.
Copyright © Chere Heath | Year Posted 2014
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