Maybe it was how His eyes were Her spotlight
Soley focused... Desire specified
Her silhouette equivalent to the night
A night filled with protesting instruments
Voluminous tunes
Slithering Her hips into harmony
Maybe it was a transcript
A secret note that only
The floor and Her heels will ever write
It being a love letter
Written exclusively for Him because
There She was
Only a pitch away and
His respirations proceeded to compete
With the drums
Or maybe it was Her hips
Draped in dangerous red
A duplicate shade of Her lips
Lips that rose up
Soley focused... Desire specified
To seal the letter
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Inside Her Roses | A Poetry Collection
RomanceTake a journey Inside Her Roses and discover fields budding with Romance. Each petal is a sensual experience that will lead you to personal depths of understanding, challenging you to feel and empowering you to be. Bask in 70 poetry pieces that blee...
