Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Moment

Melting into you I take a new form

Dying in your arms each night to arise again

Your taste drenching my senses

Delicious smells of you lingering

Your touch bruised into my arm...my mark of love...

Copyright Anne Robinson 2010


2 comments:

  1. The last line is quite powerful: "Touch bruised . . ."

    Sensuous and lovely!

    Joy always,
    Susan

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