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 PoetryAlways…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
Nov 20, 2013 @ 22:42:06
Well said….
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Nov 20, 2013 @ 23:47:21
Thank you very much!
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