Lovers

The lovers sat on the edge of the bed,
No words spoken,
they were not needed to be said.
His hands traced her body outline
and he laid her on the bed
and her heart raced as he touched her.
and she needed to muster much self control.
He slipped between her thighs
and the sighs were in unison.
They were lost in the moment,
of passion, of love, of intimacy of sex.
They came as one, and when all spent and done,
They fell asleep in each others space
both entwined, both fulfilled,
both in love.

by Rose Garden

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Good rendition of words in very deep and passionate poem, elegantly brought forth with insight. Beautiful love piece, a smooth flow of pure bliss. Thanks for sharing Rose.