Wednesday, May 27, 2009

First Love .. Prose Poem

His finger softy strums my face like a Spanish guitar
Vibrations radiate down my flesh, as his fingertips embrace my face
On a downward tilt his head slowly moves
Eyes connect, emotions race
As my eyes close, I can feel his lips caress mine
Head turns, eyes close tight, lips gently part, a sigh escape my throat, a moan escapes his
A quick breath, a deeper kiss, bodies embrace tighter
We exhale... to the unknown territory of pure love

4 comments:

  1. Oh you captured it perfectly! This is great, I will be back!

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  2. MUY LINDO TU BLOG, PASARE NUEVAMENTE A LEERTE.

    BESOS

    VIRGINIA.

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  3. Love and passion. And pure love.

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  4. SER AMIGO É…
    Andar junto,
    mesmo que distante.
    É ser legal,
    jamais superficial.
    Dizer o que pensa,
    sem ofensa.
    Calar para ouvir,
    sem intervir.
    Falar sem rodeio,
    sem receio.
    Guardar o segredo,
    secar o pranto,
    dar o ombro.
    Estar para o que der e vier,
    e jamais abandonar.
    É alguém com quem sempre
    se pode contar.
    Ser amigo, afinal,
    É SER ESPECIAL!
    Bom fim de semana
    beijinhos

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