Kelly Seale

(12-17-1958 / Norfolk, Va. USA)

'AfterGlow'


Warm sunny days, cool spring breezes…
Basking in the afterglow of your touch.
Your big beautiful eyes searching
Mine.
Ice cream lipstick, chocolate syrup toppings…
Your love flavors me with cravings,
Your smile has mystery, written all over your
Face.
Enticing me to new places, new things,
All of which are within my grasp,
Within my dreams.
Soft whispers beckon…
And I am happy to comply,
Back into your arms once again…
Basking in the
Afterglow
Of
Love.

Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013

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  • Unwritten Soul (4/11/2013 8:05:00 AM)

    This is like an ice cream for summer, or hot coffee in winter..yet we are in spring...it could be the green color that sprout all hearts this season..lovely write Kelly! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Mandi June (4/10/2013 6:09:00 PM)

    An exciting and curious expression of the adventures that love has to offer. Very well done! (Report) Reply

  • Aria Siren (4/6/2013 9:41:00 AM)

    love the ice cream lipstick line. something fresh for spring and all of the love it seems to bring. (Report) Reply

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