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
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The last line is quite powerful: "Touch bruised . . ."
ReplyDeleteSensuous and lovely!
Joy always,
Susan
Thanks
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