The Photograph.

Your eyes, Oh the liquid depths

Those eyes hold.

They rush like a dark river,

Crashing through the rocks of my brain

Cutting a path to my soul.

They draw me in and drown me

In a breathless embrace.


My finger traces the contours

Of your face.

Heart-slicing want, boils in their tips,

Needing, desperate, to feel the skin beneath.

They play across your lips,

Those cruelly enticing lips

Stealing all breath from me.

Setting my senses aflame,

My lips moving in silent response

To the Message received at passions core.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

As ever, for the same special man.

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