Drinking The Toxic Pink Drink
Saturday, 29 January 2011
Together
We come together with such intensity.
The rhythm is slow and ebbs between
Feeling pleasantly lost (and physical climax).
He talks to me and strokes my cheek.
His fingers are like soothing beams
(of light) and mental comfort
I am the reflection in the eyes of the man that I love.
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