Making LoveA Poem by Dark TowerHow it should be done.Making Love Its dark in the house when I walk in I see the lights in the bedroom have been set to dim I open the bedroom door and slowly walk in The scent of vanilla candles fills the small space You are lying on the bed Wearing what can only be described as heavenly red black lace What starts as a single kiss Turns into a blur of lips gasping for air And hands exploring bodies and grabbing hair Wine glasses lay smashed on the floor Kisses become savage As greedy tongues explore Both now hungry for more I watch you as you take hold bra clasps with longing and anticipation As you slowly pull them apart But I grab your hands and kiss them gently No my love, the only part of you I’m touching tonight is your heart Bongani Armstrong Mhlangu © 2012 Dark TowerFeatured Review
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