Kisses like wine; I remember the sweet taste, the intoxication.
Explorers of familiar, yet unvisited terrain.
Trails and ravines; fingers trace.
Crushing desire, sweet surrender.
The gate is open, the moon invites.
The want, the need; shy desire.
I know, understand, accept.
Let's redefine, re-create.
Innocence reborn.
Souls are river washed.
Hearts bound.
Peace.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment