By Stevr
Date: 23 April 2001
Tout A Fait
through the door quietly
the floor giving me away
with every step into the portico,
slipping next to you
cool sheets against my skin
flesh against flesh.......ebullient,
the morning spring breeze
intermittent thru the window
forcing the drape into a serpentine dance,
it's smell, laden of gardenia and rain
her smell.....both taking my breath away,
no words spoken, but volumes understood,
the rain and thunder outside
kept rhythm with the interior,
soft and rumbling,
such was the enchantment
of that mesmeric morn
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