Lost A Letter Of Love From Another - Poem by James McLain
You and I we speak the language of
where words are not required.
It is this our own dance, one with nature
bourn of a natural swing that gives and takes.
Fluently moving, always dancing like two green leaves
moved by the wind that stands together, we ignite.
When apart, we are wandering lost and scared
and I can but imagine you to often, as I am.
What it is or why it is, I cannot explain,
I know it has not been ideal, I know it has been hard.
Broken hearts are real and yours it beats so strong.
I see you.
Your naked body, not just your pale fair flesh,
breasts like pears they always felt unlike no others.
While behind your smile,
the green light of wisdom shinning In your eyes.
Of you I thirst and passion blue it shines a roaring fire.
You still I find by just a gentle touch that stirs the mind
inside is love the light of love such as it is the passion
of my lust, naked standing still
Both are body warm, silk they're soft, they're smooth,
and their I can smell the scent is hers.
Both eyes are closed my mouth is buried in the folds of
of her warm flesh, her lips are painted as if in one last kiss
and with each kiss, my ears can hear the roar.
I have felt the fullness of her lips that kissed my soul
and her beauty is a beauty growing with each passing year.
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