#910113 added April 29, 2017 at 6:13pm (edited) Restrictions: None
Jottings, thoughts, ideas
Hail stranger!
Finding love
Your kisses unwrap a longing in my soul
Your passion consumes me
My body aches for you, desires you.
And you provide with one touch
Infinite magical moments.
My soul bursts into the light
and
soars above the harbor.
You play me, again and again
Like a familiar tune, my body responds
Arcing with pleasure and desire
For this intoxicating gift
And I am happy, I feel loved.
Tears of joy sprinkle the ground
As survivors huddle new found
Friends for life, depending on each other
Does it take an apocalypse to make us brothers?
Burying rusty remnant remains.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost
