I linger at the thought .. of your unpainted lips
Just before .. sunrise
My hands move beyond your waist
And come to rest on your thighs

I hear the gentle murmur
Of your first waking breath
And I am reminded of La petite mort
So I wonder .. how being so alive
Is so like that little death

The one that awaits us
Like so many times before
At least one more passionate reunion
Is what we have in store

Who cares about history
When we are together here and now
Who understands the mystery
Of why or where or how.


Vitsec

I adore this, lovely write, thank you for sharing here on Mingle

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Thank you, Vitsec ..

...*sigh*...

outstanding vitsec !

Oh yes, I agree with all the ladies...Lovely, tender, warm!!

Thank - You Ladies ! Leigh .. thanks for saying " lovely, tender, warm " .. that of course would describe me as well .. except of course .. for the lovely part. :-)