My lips have found a home
They linger in experimental substitution,
Searching out the alcove of your neck
Wherein a second heart subverts
All promise of a first.
Fingers stumble on the brink of an avalanche
Deliberately stunted,
Lost in the memory of a strawberry field
Forever.
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steamy and romantic…such expression of passion
Thank you, topazo. Nothing can taste sweeter than a lover’s kiss … Or at least so says the romantic in me 🙂
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Lol. I agree with you…well the romantic in me does.
Love the phrase ‘Searching out the alcove of your neck’ so evocative.
Thank you. It is always rewarding to know that our words have found resonance when reaching out.