Wednesday, August 13, 2014

The Perfect Fit

The ghost of your curves and edges
Skin against sweaty skin
The humping and bumping
On top of the wrinkled white sheets

The hands that slipped in
Reaching into untouched corners
Pulsating hidden places
Finally uncovered and undressed

Stripping away all our shame
Laying down all our guilt
Throwing away all our pretensions
Diving into deep emotions

Eyes closed and wet lips
Hands clasped on top of our heads
Deep sighs and moans for us to hear
The secret of our bodies safe

And finally, the long sweet sigh
Falling into each other's arms
Knowing that even without the heat
We would have found home just like that

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