Our bodies melted
between the sheets of passion
that lay in a heap
on my bed
Sheets that are reckless
like the expression
of our forbidden love
warm and soft
waiting to be touched
Sheets that are now neat and crisp
but not clean of the lust
that is deeply woven
in the fabric of our hearts
An unmade bed
is all that is left
to remind me
of you.
(c) Nicole Luongo
A poem from Naked Desires: a poetic diary straight from the heart.
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Mar 24, 2012 @ 13:37:38
Very nice.
Mar 24, 2012 @ 15:09:57
Thank you!
May 02, 2012 @ 14:23:52
I love that you aren’t afraid to hide anything. That’s why the title of your blog is so appropriate!
May 02, 2012 @ 14:28:38
Thanks, Alicia! One day, I’ll bare it all!