Untitled #48

Sensuous

Lines do

We become

Whenever

We touch

Merging

In such a

Way that

Describing

It is

Damn near

Impossible

But deeply

Do I

Still

Feel you

Tuning

The fires

That dwell

Within

Me

Careening

Down the hills

And vallies

Of my

Lily

Where I must

Cling to

You

In surrender

To your

Power…

Sensuous lines

We become

Whenever we

Touch

Lost in

This lovers

Lust.

®tam 5/6/18

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