From the warmth of our bed I look at the cold night sky.
Was the moon this bright before we met?
We Shared a last cigarette then you held me in the dark so close I trembled and thought my breath would cease.
Rain continued its unrelenting rhapsody but we paid it no heed. Lost in that first sensual moment.
I felt your warm fragrant breath in my damp hair and knew that I wanted…
Posted on December 14, 2010 at 11:52am — 5 Comments