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Lingers On

By Tramp Poet

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Lingers So the kiss, she lingers feeling of body, warmth skin to skin, sweet love. Soft softly, slowly oh so very slowly the kiss lingers so... the touch sets fire burning with crisp desire world, oh world slips away. True forever promised with whispered fingertips inferno framed with limbs. Hand etches pathways icy hot tendrils, thrills voice catches murmur. Moments made of eternity secret smiles, golden years life made worth the living. Oh my God, the love the love lingers exempt from time. Soft softly, sweet and slowly oh my burning love the kiss, she lingers so... TrampPoet 11/01 Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 26 2001 03:46 PM PST   10 • 0

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