No Longer Hidden
silky hands talk steady to permeable marble skin
quiet thoughts are exchanged in focused glances
between determined lovers
as passion rose in the dim candle light
it twirled with the aroma of sweet incense
the sound of the rain fall became our radio
the tapping of the headboard will be our Morse code
we spoke louder…
then the open fire crackled
and its light glistened against our bare sweaty bodies
no longer will we hide…
from each other or ourselves
Love always, Esha ❤
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