Truly Know
shall we, drop the pretense? at least upon
the wood of the floor... can you find something
more me, to flutter (and boldly hold)
dip say I, from thigh to mighty thigh
moan in the fallen curtain, breathe your
own gasp (while we twitch breast to breast)
rise you whispered, upon a throbbing toe
where egos are humbled, and lovers
have the faith to grow, and.....
truly know
Copyright © Mark Anthony Cotterman | Year Posted 2016
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