Saturday, March 5, 2011

Close To You

Silent picture
Moving stitches
Shrapnel surfacing
Every time I get close to you

The white noise
Gets really dark
The chorus screams
Loudest whenever I’m close to you

Moist and wet
In texture and tone
Juices flowing
Taste arriving quickest as I’m close to you

Soft velvet
Smooth silky seductive
The fabric of your being
Everything feels like it should when I’m this close to you

A sting of fragrance
An ovation of aroma
Remain until the next time I’m close to you

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