Being One

 

Aching eyes follow me everywhere, in the heat of the night. Watching me, wanting me, savoring every inch of my every move...
Delectable thoughts seep from your soul. Invading me, persuading me, making the longing between us grow forever more...
Wanting awake ness stirs inside us. Enticing me, binding me, to the thoughts that escape from my inner desires...
Passionate kisses on the tip of your lips. Beckoning me, to taste the sweet bliss. Unknown to me, unfelt by me, as we go on in only the thought of being one...

Art by Knorr-Kleine

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