Passion’s Fruit

So many things come undone.

Not your love, not my space.

Hold me in your hot embrace,

 

When I feel the tickles of your skin

my skin makes goosebumps, with a chill

 

Remembering the good, old days;

No, wait, it’s even hot today.

 

12/7/13

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