let it beat against the panes
bring the lightning and thunder
as we snuggle and settle down
we have no other thoughts
nowhere else to be
as searching lips explore
where warm hands were before
you feel the quivers
but it isn't from a chill
and candlelight shines
on the treasure you seek
with each moan and whisper
with a quaking surrender
the monsoon that rages outside
is nothing like the passion
in this room
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
2 comments:
You set the mood perfectly leaving just a little to the imagination...very sensual :-)
oh my! Hot! Makes me want to climb back in bed on a chilly morning and see what happens!
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