Touching Sonnet

Restless fingers,
Lips in bloom...
Touch is worth a thousand pictures...
Lies beneath the earhtly fixtures
Pure beauty... Twilight lingers -
Rising sun is spelling gloom...
  Spark-lit eyes,
  The skin is beady...
  Drop of sweat becomes a tear,
  Words aside, can't get much nearer
  I inhale your calling sigh...
  Love is hot when you are greedy!


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