Longing for fingers
to touch
to trace patterns
on skin
to love in wild
passionate hues...
from twilight till dawn
entangled in arms
legs spilling over legs
bergoning,
hungry kisses
igniting and
reigniting fires
wrapping limbs around chest
running hands
along contours
startling awake,
hearts...

Belonging to another
soulfully
naturally
artfully
blurring doubts
unfolding
mysteries.

copyright @ 12/07/2005

Diana Newsome

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