Lover
her lips pressed to mine
her breath caressing my skin
a touch from her sweet hands
I am lost in this joy
this love is greater than any I have felt before
she causes a smile
the catching of my breath
our hands hold fast in the crowd
the people the turn and look
watch as two beautiful women pass
our love is pure
it is innocent of any anger
how can they hate
say that love is wrong
she is mine
I am hers
we don't hate them for their love
why do they hate ours
Copyright © Nicole Bissell | Year Posted 2010
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