Image:  We Heart It

Image: We Heart It

Their Language

They come together
When time permits
No words needed
their bodies know the
ancient language…
rhythms…
wants…
needs…
desires…
 
Without a word
their time begins
Familiar touches…
Gentle sighs…
Bodies shift…
Adjust to each other
A perfect fit…
A perfect joining…
 
Gentle become
more demanding
breathing quickens
passion rises
 
Release over and over and
over again
Each is what the
other needs
Taking what
can be given…
received…
 
Meeting when planets
align and stars fall
Satisfaction…
Until…
 
 
 
Copyright © 2013 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie