Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Falling from flower petals
Dew tasting sweetly on my tongue
Shall I tiptoe through your garden
Or make a mad dash to the heart of things
We savor our various detours
Finding this nook or enclosure
Our rendezvous
To steal away our kisses
Our longing
Obscured from the prying eyes of
Those that might not
Understand how we can feel so free
To express
Want and need
Desire formed delicately
Under cover of night

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