candlelight baths as we stared at eachother...
ripples don't dare disturb this calm sheath of private moonlight...
shine and irridescence across your smooth sun kissed skin...
your fingers do the walking and the talking and the teaching...
you stare at me with autumn gazes...i am enraptured...
breathing heavily now...time stands still...
the passion floats around us like bubbles...
touching, grazing, feeling, sliding, slipping, grabbing, and biting...
i close my eyes to take it all in...to feel the intensity as intensely as possible...
i awaken to a cold white abyss...the water is cold and dead now...and you won't even wash my back...
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Writing by Marilyn Souza
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