Monday, February 18, 2008

Making Love

~ intensely passionate ~
fills me, warms me, moves me,
exerts its soul upon me ... propels me.

In the still and silent hours of the night
we made love.
its an explosion of spirits, our spirits.

And in the aftermath,
we piece the exploded shreds
of our spirits back together.
Each of us, then, possesses a piece of the other.

How breathtaking.


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