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Intertwined legs sliding between each other
beneath enveloping sheets.
The press of her back against his nude chest
sealing the closeness of skin upon skin.
His body's soft S-curve naturally fitting against hers
like the last piece of a puzzle.
An arm draped protectively over her waist
with following hand cupping a breast.
Lazily nibbling lips resting on the nape of exposed neck.
The stray strands of her hair tickling his lashes
as his face buries in her tresses.
Passionate smell of her skin reminding him he's home.

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Comments

[Naomi]

Thank you, Kane. That really means alot to me that you said that. Thanks!

[kane]

I love this poem; such a sweet and vivid moment. Your poems are filled with passion.

[Naomi]

Thank you, Alicia. I woke up this morning, got Em off to school, came back and sat down and wrote it. A muse came to me in my sleep, I believe.

[Alicia]

i love it.