Beautiful ThingI smell the back of your neckthat emmanates with odorous potency, weaving my fingers through the unexpectant softness of dewy hair my nose pressed with mouth open on the place between your ear and cheek taking in taking in weakening my defenses....tearing at my ego....my judgement pulling my belly into yours arching my back that glides down a sharpened face and finds its nest in a fine wooly chest Beautiful thing, Beautiful moon He pressed himself against her body, his hand laced through her curls and small of back. They stayed that way a seemingly long time. When they pulled away she took notice of his hands, palm to palm, she pressed and felt each line, repeating over and again fingering his callouses with an unruly passion. He went to kiss her but his lips did not part....... Beautiful thing Beautiful moon A love like ours Came way too soon Beautiful thing..... She did her best to leave her past behind her but she found that her past was her future and her future was her past and the only way through, was straight through, and the only way around it was straight through, and the only way behind it..... was here now and the only way, of the only day and all the consecutive moments they had together that ever meant anything...... came way too soon Beautiful thing Beautiful moon A love like ours A love like ours A love like ours.... came from the moon. |
Beautiful Thing © 2000, Svetlana Jovanovic
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