Darkest night
Holds us
As one another
We hold
Soft touches
Gentle stroking
Our connection
Buried deep within
Our passion
Tempo rising
Sweat beading
Passion raw
Embrace the spirit
Completion
We heave together
Joined through desire
Overwhelming
As obsession grips
My heart races
As I rise to meet you
Again and again
Blending heart and soul
Bodies mated
Whispers calling
Silence beckons
Midnight’s stolen
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April 23, 2009 at 7:45 pm
The Poetry Corner 2nd Edition Volume 2 « Brainstew - impressions personafied
[…] Restraint writes from the other persons perspective about the same kind of encounter in, “Midnight’s Stolen.” I get the impression of two sides of an experience, the male and female perspectives. A […]