Thursday, March 11, 2010

In The Garden Of Orchids

Under whisperings of my heart
I lay in the hope of love
The imprint of him still carving up my thighs

In breathless whispers
fingers tracing shadows on the outline of my hips

Back arched against his chest
His breath burning reveries down my spine
as he kissed me again
& always
for the first time

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