The Heat of Romance
Love trills in on wings,
Beacon of my heart,
Holding hands with hope,
Chasing gloom away,
Could be destiny.
Moving towards dawn,
Souls touching souls,
Skin upon skin,
Burning desire.
Falling deep,
Eyes devour,
Lips are locked.
Vessels
Entwined.
Fire.
form-D---Deb
Dec. 24th,2011
for contest "Romance"
sponsored by David Williams
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2011
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