Friday, July 31, 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

8 comments:

  1. "Se os teus sonhos estiverem nas nuvens, não te preocupes, pois estão no lugar certo; agora começa construir os alicerces".

    Bom fim de semana
    beijinhos

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  2. oh how sweet first love is..

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  3. its all in the exhale, then the sweet sweet exploration.

    finbar

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  4. nada como o primeiro amor...
    bjs de luxo

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  5. the end of the week is wonderful!

    kisses in your heart!

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  6. As paixões são como ventanias
    que inflam as velas dos navios
    fazendo-os navegar,
    outras vezes podem fazê-los naufragar,
    mas se não fossem as elas,
    não haveria viagens,
    nem aventuras, nem descobertas
    Um Abraço
    Romeu

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  7. Gray ... Thanks for stopping in...

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