When the wind blows your hair
Against my cheeks
The smell of you invades
My senses, strikes deep
Down to primal corners of my brain
Beyond the limits of the sane.
Then
My synapses firing
Out of control
Drive my lips down
To find their ground
Without sin
In your skin.
2 comments:
There is no passion like the one that lights a person up without warning.
Thumbs up!
Beautiful capture of a moment of ecstacy.
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