Sacred Room
His whispering kisses are like droplets of pure
Caressing my porcelain skin in wanting allure
Nape to lobes, he sprinkles his fire
Enticing my response knowing I'll desire
I hear his thoughts as he looks into my eyes
He and I, in responding reply
Dishevelled clothes lie in abandoned scatter
The beat of my heart enters pitter patter
On Rose petals we lie with scented bloom
Whilst candles joyously burn in our sacred room
The light they emit shadows two wanting souls
As their shapes resonate, applauding their goal
Sighs of delight, echo abound
For in their sacred room, two have been found
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
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