Planting a kiss
over your heart,
our love blossomed.
The roots of our past
grew distant,
deep into your soul.
This memory shared,
like two vines tangling,
blossoming roses of love.
This fire,
loosening our guard
before our clothes.
This love-making,
two hearts melting,
then molding to one.
Beneath a damp sheet,
this body
tangles with yours.
We rolled entangled,
thrusting my love inside,
bodies flexing against the other.
This tongue,
sails up your sweaty neck,
bound for yours.








