2 Part Poem by poem whore

From the frame of my babe
I can feel a need to love uncondtionaly
To fall asleep in her soft and tender arms
watching as the sky turns dark
and the smell of her hair twists my arm
I turn back to look in her eyes
we make contact and with out a word

we pass time in motion
soft unspoken
love is the word some say
but for what I feel
I could not put enough in one day
felt in only a touch
no better way to pass the time of the day.
as I lick the salt away