My OperaBy the water’s edge he kissed me, in his arms he promised he'd miss me.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006 8:47:20 PM
Lips wetted
eagerly awaited
this moment
so sheltered
in his arms
My fingers on
the back of his neck
hair rising from
chills of excitement
feelings flowing.
In our own bubble
I pray it last forever
simmering in your
charming embrace
by the chilly waterside.
© Sarah Bell
eagerly awaited
this moment
so sheltered
in his arms
My fingers on
the back of his neck
hair rising from
chills of excitement
feelings flowing.
In our own bubble
I pray it last forever
simmering in your
charming embrace
by the chilly waterside.
© Sarah Bell
