I never was one
for the cliche meetings,
the innuendo laced dinners,
the sappy love songs.
I'm still not of that
mind
set,
but she grabbed my hand
wouldn't let go.
Kisses with the passion
that could rent oceans,
a stare of lustful bliss
that made my knees buckle,
she spoke to me...
Not in the language of everyday,
but in the soft hush of her breath,
in the subtle flicker
of her eyelashes,
in the glimmer of her
soft brown eyes...
Time stopped for moments in between,
I don't know how long actually passed,
but it seemed ages
since I took my last breath.
The soft supple curve of her hips,
the beating of her heart under perfect breasts,
the saunter in her step
as she walks away knowing
that the way she shakes
drives me to insanity...
She strikes the picture in my mind,
perfection is a perception
not a standard,
and as she pulls
her lips away
from mine,
the moment between kiss and goodbye,
I've seen our relationship grow,
I've watched perfection,
I've sampled the ambrosia,
I kissed my love
into the wind,
and I fell leagues
with her in my arms.
© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved
I remember this one. :)
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