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By Leela Date: 2004 Feb 15 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.15.16.44.6666]] |
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There was no confession of Love Which is not to say That one could never be For the moment It was a roaring hot red fire Kindled on first glance Fueled by each moment spent in each other's eyes And each caress of skin His back was like a mountain range A shallow trench like a river Ran down the middle And strong muscles Sloped up on either side His eyes were marbles Of green and brown and blue Framed in a strong face With a clear-cut jawline She would fix her gaze into them When they made love They fit perfectly together In pictures his head was barely higher than hers And hers rested perfectly on his shoulder When her arms were around his neck Her slender frame And subtle curves Were the perfect female compliment To his own slenderness And hard, v-shaped physique It was as if they had been Created for each other For the purpose of coming together In that perfect embrace And to be example of the beauty It can radiate It was so hard for her To keep that amazing fire From translating into Love But she resisted Because she knew that for now It was not right And in years yet to pass Their time would come |