The Wonders Of Two Kindred Souls Poem by June FeirCruz

Each time is better than the last
Our bodies have minds of their own and respond just so.
Each time is more sensual and compelling than the last
Each touch, each caress, the feel of your skin to mine - sublime.

Two kindred souls not too long ago lost on their own
Floating in what feels like never ending darkness
The black hole of disenchantment
But now, together in our own reality - in unison and in harmony.

4/22/09
8: 50 pm