With Each BreathA Poem by Gloria
Sweeping hands
blissful touch oh I Ache for that much With each breath I taste your skin and feel a longing from within like a breeze that feeds the fire that burns with my desire from you I will never tire could it be that you are my fire ? © 2014 Gloria |
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