Like a Still of Turbulent Passion (Poem 30 of 99)

Slow motion kisses give us both such elevation

akin to that of motorway acceleration

and we aren’t even naked

and the sun hasn’t even set

but when it rises come morning,

we’ll be dressed in nothing

but each other’s sweat,

scented with roses grown in Paradise…

 Dasein Petals © Copyright 2013

(Poem 30 of 99 to raise money for operations for deformed, poverty stricken children). Sponsor me.

@DaseinPetals #99poems

 

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