Desire
Your love is the weight of an infants breath upon my neck,soft and entreating.
As if fresh baked bread called my name and wrapped me in its warm cloak of desire.
A gossamer blanket of quiet longing and content all consuming and fulfilling.
The soft gentling lullaby of a mothers lips on a babes ears.
The lascivious amber glow of two silent lovers intertwined and immersed.
posted by Chef @ 9/12/2006 11:33:00 PM
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