The twisted dance of love….
(Written in 1988)
I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December. I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue eyes. They shine like the shining night stars on a clear night. You tell me. You are so good to me, so kind to me.
I tell you. I love you. You are my reasons to be alive. You looked away from me and whisper. I don’t want love. Too heavy a burden to carry for me and we are too young to lose our thoughts and hope to one place or person.
In the heat of sex, you whispered. I love you Johnnie, but in the dance of kiss and embrace is where hungry and desperate people show appreciation for the wild descend and abandoning places where two people are not afraid to reveal who they…
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