"The Quest"
As time goes by,
hours, days, then weeks.
Spent with each other,
more than most couples.
Through whispered thoughts,
across the waves.
A plot unfolds,
a quest discovered.
The passion grows,
the link bonds.
The purest of thoughts,
turn sultry.
What began as a friendship,
flowers with desire.
A yearning,
for each other.
Innuendoes,
between the lines...
Hints of intimacy,
indirectly voiced.
Trepidation,
eases quickly.
A hunger evolves,
from the deepest place within.
The passage of time,
is far too swift.
A plea,
for a few minutes more.
A deep breath is taken,
the craving expressed.
To meet,
and then explore.
A chord is struck,
inhabitions relinquished.
Plans are initiated,
with sparked enthusiasm.
No reluctance,
full of zeal.
The quest is spoken aloud,
the meeting designed.
I Miss Your Kisses
Author Unknown
I miss your kisses that transform into laughter,
a creation that only your lips could have conceived.
Your laughter appears, in waves like from a water fall,
in the middle of the tender kiss, or the passionate.
It is not possible, to live without kisses.
Holiday
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