I am at home
in your arms.
I have loved
before you,
but there
can be no
one after you.
I trace the line
from your lips
to your chin
to your breasts,
with my lips
knowing the
taste of passion
that will last
an eternity.
words and images from a random mind
I am at home
in your arms.
I have loved
before you,
but there
can be no
one after you.
I trace the line
from your lips
to your chin
to your breasts,
with my lips
knowing the
taste of passion
that will last
an eternity.