The moonlight dancing on portions of our flesh lighting lucid visions of two becoming one <br /> pulling heaps of you closer to the begginings of us <br />Playing with subjects of us <br />you on my mind tasting soft and warm, wet words that I'm too guarded to give <br />dreams of me become talks of us <br />trying to figure out how i was blessed enough to evolve from me an unsure I <br /> to a sure and ready us.<br /><br />michelle soares<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/us-3/
