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Monday, December 3, 2012

December (love).

A drawing of souls, a mystical reaction. 
Explosion, satisfaction. 
The heart is tempered into action, beating fast in amorous passion.  

Breathe deeper in lovelust,
Bodied Angels sweeping up the dust. 
Slowed, rushed.
Skin weakens, touched, pink cheeks flushed.

Under night skies the feeling falls, vulnerable as flesh calls.
Key, unlocked walls. 
No line, no withdraw on the horizon of lover's  laws. 

Lips linger longing, exhales of the radiant belonging. 
Emotion, exploring. 
Heated skin covering, swells of outpouring.

Intertwined  fingers, flighted feet of embers.
Forget not, remember.
Intoxicating warmth melts the coldest night of December. 

~Keila Coate Womack (all rights reserved) 

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