Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Sunday

In the sweet, heavy exhaustion of spent lust
my head pillowed against your chest
your arm laid careless across my waist
the rush of your breath whispers your love
for a moment our bed is
the whole world
and I have nothing left to wish for

1 comment:

  1. Lorrie VeaseyOctober 6, 2009 at 8:19 PM

    WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE THINGS ON THE BED IN THAT PICTURE???

    I don't know what is more disturbing to me: the thought that you might have actually had sex with your husband again, or thinking those are some sort of unpleasant torture devices.

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