LANGUAGE OF LOVE

She gazes straight into my eyes
Filled with love no trace of lies
Her lips, so wet with wine
But very red with wild desire
Inviting my soul to stroke a live wire
Her arms wrapped around my neck
As her head sinks on my chest
My body softens in response to the perceived attack
Each gentle touch
Erases songs of loneliness from my heart

©Christopher E. Loti
(Chris the poet)

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