Gentle curves
Soft skin
plump lips
A little smile
passion raised
swaying hips
Pressed together
deftly touching
slow and sure
The joy of knowing
life's true passion
love so pure
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The Tree of Dreams
PoetryRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
