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By mkbs1978 Date: 2003 Oct 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.08.12.51.21440]] |
| All was quiet in the house on the hill. Only two bodies stirring of murmurs and entangled sheets. Love's sweet murmur so beautiful to hear. The two present, were the ones to hear. Their gaze could not be met, the room was dark. The gaze of knowing touched every spot. The taste of their lips, sweet nectar of wine. Left the bottle opened, to be poured one more time. She grabbled for his possession which he showed with no fear. The dry ice feeling, it left her searing. He too felt the hot lava run its course. Leaving him, in the mist of wanting her most. They met the need with full force, murmuring sounds lovers do most. The blaze of the journey gave into the rain. The sweat from their bodies, the faces tear stained. Not tears of sadness but tears of joy to forever reign. To know their hearts gave pieces to adorned. Others took and left them blackened and scorned. The need was met, sleep wandered in. They held each other tight in hopes the love would never end. |