The Game of Love..

A bead of sweat slipping across her tan line like an illegal alien crossing the border searching for some shade.. The whispers of their love whistling between the sheets, goosebumps being raised from the dead exorcising thoughts that lay buried beneath a layer of skin.. Their screams scalping the silence exposing the rawest of love.. Butterfly kisses stitching the wounds that've gone numb from double jointed positions.. Coming together as one, their thoughts a tourniquet creating bloodshot visions of false hope.. Each kiss striking their souls like jungle darts poisoning that first embrace, that moment that could've lived forever....

Reviews

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The imagery in these lines is tremendously intriguing. There are some sharp pictures you paint with your words that show how easy it is to lose control under passionate waves.

[Chris D.]

Your words are like sweet calories and they just gave my heart the hiccups..:) Thank you!!