You could feel the heart stutter,
Stop, and beat into a flutter
The tentative brush anticipating, cautious
The heat spreading all over and across,
Just the moment before
The instincts take over.
The eyes close, lashes whisper against the skin,
Feeling surges, undefined, uncontrolled,
Sensation after another crashing through-
An unknown, a stranger but a bliss
There's a Freedom the touches bring,
Being Locked in a Kiss...
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
20. Locked
Posted by Guria at 1:58 AM
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