That Eve in me
Hidden under many cloaks
So keen to be seen
Unhindered
She wants to preen
She wants to pose
Frozen, not fossilised
Neither hardened
nor pulverised
Still feels the throbbing
Her body, still wanting
Warming up
As you touch
Your breath on my face
Through the mist, I do crave
The kiss of approval
Embrace of wild cougar
Passion, fervour
Amorous ardour
It's my dawn
Sweat, your and mine
We, just one, well defined
Time, does not exist
As we discover, don't resist
My head, on your chest
A fall from our Eden
This fruit is forbidden
I am not guilt ridden
You'll be all mine, one day
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The art of love making, poetry in motion, in passion, often indestrcribable