Monday, May 11, 2009

Moonlight Murmurs

He lies broken, awaiting the healing

The moonlight kisses his body

Softening the lines etched into his brow

His soft moans are eaten up by the quietness of the night

As his mind searches for the peace to end his body’s fight


A memory tickles his senses

Suddenly, the six are all alive

His eyes hunt for the elusive feeling

His mind starts to play truant to the sweet excesses

But long before reality can deny the source, his soul confesses


It is like post-its everywhere

The soothing gentleness of her body

That sweet smile, which spreads around him

Her kindness that cocoons him, removing all doubt

He curls up inside her, breathing within, yet without


The sheets radiate her softness

The pillows convey her warmth

Every corner bestows a whiff of her perfume

He allows himself to rest, as, into her safety he slides

As, with the darkness, his love for her, he confides


Pas a Pas se va luènh

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