a sense of love

a sense of love

there is a distinction between feeling and knowing
a difference between wanting and desiring
a difference between having and being committed to


there is a place in my heart for her
her place was at my side in the warm silky darkness of the night

we lay in the dark not quite black pitch the star lights twinkling over our heads like a net of golden glass
her heart lay next to my ears the soft rhythm of her spirits breath etched into my darkness..
as if she where the being of my body clock

our rhythms synchronised our arms entwined as we slept,
soulful and quiet but for the light of a breath within.

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morning came early the bird song waking us up

she stroked my arm gently the caressing warmth full of her softly warm scent.
my arm about her waist cuddling her gently to my breast an intimacy of the times we had been together.

our lips caressed , her jaw peaking up at me through the simmering light of dawn..
her caress slow and loving her lips met mine crossing the sensual barriers to my inner most being..
the soft touching caress of lip moving over lip the tips of tongues touching like darting wasps..
the soft tickle addictive as a narcotic , the strong feeling of cupped hands, the fingers caressing.

*left for breath*
*lacking not passion or grace*
*thy eyes sapphires thy lips angel feathers*