In the fading light
of day
I savor the flavor
of our untold stories
those moments of
warm skin
speaking our own
carnal bliss language
hands creating new meaning
across willing open pages
where no lines exist
lips and tongues
silently brushing strokes
of ardent need
into naked words
that are read aloud
in moans and gasps
of pleasure
this gift
of sublime nude literature
only our bodies know
is the story
we will read
deep into the night
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©MidwestFantasy
06/08/2018
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