By Jack
Date: 2003 Sep 05
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touch...

touch
a whisper pon the skin
in nighted realms
as one falls to sleep
and darkness fails
for light of warmth
begins its dawn
as from this touch
kisses trail
a whisper
to a rising moan
is felt from fingers
seeking familiar paths
on which they roam
lips play a silly game
of soft brushes
and tender
caressing touches
played out gentle, slow
as the sun peeks out
from blankets adrift
its rays of warmth
passion frays
in the bodies touch
this sun quivers
passing its day
with silent shivers
an night descends
on bodies locked
from final throes
to quietness
an sleep