Brushed velvet
So, he kisses her
as with open eyes
she looks beyond.
The shift of his head
obscures and the
weave of waves
brushes past her lids.
His mouth explores
like well worn velvet
and she thinks of kisses
from another's lips,
in another time from now.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2008-06-02 at 11:59
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