Lips soft, <br />bruised fruit <br />so ripe <br />for the biting. <br />Sweet nectar <br />dripping <br />upon your tongue <br />touching mine. <br />Savour this <br />single moment <br />when breaths <br />catch <br />each other's <br />intentions. <br /> <br />30/1/09<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-track-mind-4/
