my definition of making love...
it's the rose petals on the sheets,
the card on the shelf.
It's the way his eyes dance
watching her become undressed,
It's the soft lips and gentle touch
as she slowly kisses his chest.
It's shutting out the world and forgetting
the days event,
it's being wrapped in eachother
and the time alone that is spent.
It's laughing, whispering, it's
passion and exstacy,
It's two bodies but to God
only one does he see.
Making love is before and after,
the joy, the laugter
the scent that lingers
that he is wearing,
It's two people giving and sharing
It's lying together, taking a deep breath
appreciating what took place,
It's the smile he gives
as they speak without words
It's the satisfaction on her face.
Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
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Written on 2006-06-06 at 23:37
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Making Love
Making love is more than the actual act itself,it's the rose petals on the sheets,
the card on the shelf.
It's the way his eyes dance
watching her become undressed,
It's the soft lips and gentle touch
as she slowly kisses his chest.
It's shutting out the world and forgetting
the days event,
it's being wrapped in eachother
and the time alone that is spent.
It's laughing, whispering, it's
passion and exstacy,
It's two bodies but to God
only one does he see.
Making love is before and after,
the joy, the laugter
the scent that lingers
that he is wearing,
It's two people giving and sharing
It's lying together, taking a deep breath
appreciating what took place,
It's the smile he gives
as they speak without words
It's the satisfaction on her face.
Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
Read 736 times
Written on 2006-06-06 at 23:37
Tags Sex
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