The Window
Warmth radiates the room,
As sweat beads tap the surface.
Moisture stains the window,
From the ardent steam of love.
Vapors fog the glass,
With love’s sweet condensation.
While fingers streak their trace,
Slowly slipping their grip away.
As the impervious window,
Blushes in complete obscurity.
Opaquely hiding love’s surrender,
While revealing...honest true love.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2010
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