Friday, October 10, 2014

Nothing More--Black Series

A concept 
I hadn't known.

Was a thing
To be feared.

Your gentle hand
Against my skin
Was something I feared the most.

But here in the quiet moon light
I feel your hands upon me
And I know what relief is.

A touch 
Like one 
Never before.

A soft kiss
Upon my 

A gentle breeze
Whispers to me
That you'll never leave.

A moment in time
Where all else
Stands still.

And only you
Awaits me
Nothing more.

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