I learnt the language of love
In the vernacular of thoughts
In the vulgarity of desire
In the volatility of touch
The fumbling of hands
The crumpling of flesh
The panting for breath
In that sweet kiss of yours
Wink, wink, wink…
***In memory of 31/10/2003, not one of those days!***
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Oh Charles, really I never knew you could be this hot. 🙂
Am I? Well, that’s a huge compliment coming from you in this mood if sweet November..I hope my Sheri sees that too…Thanks ma!
hahahaha hahaha can’t stop laughing for remembrances. and hey man, as for me, i learnt the language of love from the zipped lips of the heart and i first danced to love beats from the silent drums of a lingering stare
My friend, this is poetry at its best. Thanks for sharing with me on this platform.