By B.K.
Date: 2002 Mar 05
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Breathing Lessons

Softly you take my face into your hands
And brush my lips with yours
As though a butterfly sweeps by and brushes the sky
With its breathtaking presence

My senses implode my heart
Into a million tiny sparkles of light

Our lips touch again, this time with sultry yearning
Melting time and space into erotic jeweled moments
Pausing only momentarily
To remember
...............To Breathe