Naked bodies <br />locked in passion’s throes, <br />behind closed doors, <br />so no one can see. <br />The heat of their loving, <br />within their embrace. <br />The soft and tender <br />murmurs that their voices make. <br />The passion rises, <br />and theirs voices adhere. <br />They are locked together, <br />two becoming one <br />in the heat of the passion, <br />which no one can feel, but them. <br />The steamy seductress <br />where loving is our fate, <br />now laying side by side, <br />arms still locked <br />around one another, <br />now that the passion is over. <br /> <br />16 June 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soft-and-tender/
