GRIPPING OF SHEETS
GRIPPING SHEETS
IT’S THE HEIGHT OF SPRINGTIME
WITH WINDOWS WIDE OPEN
AND BREEZES FLOWING THRU THE CURTAINS
AS WE MOVE ABOUT THIS ROOMTHE COOL BREEZE, COOLS OUR VERY SOULS
COOLING OUR AVID HEARTS
AS WE SMELL EACH OTHER
THE BREEZE BRINGS OUR SMELLS TOGETHER
AND OUR SOULS BECOME FREE
WHILE OUR MINDS BECOME WEAK
OUR CLOTHING BEGIN SHEDDING
ROMANTIC THOUGHTS FALLING INTO BEDDING
AS THE SPRING BREEZE COMES THRU THE WINDOWS
AGAIN COOLING OUR VERY SOULS
OPENING OUR EXTROVERSION
SKIN BEGINS TO BE LOATHING SKIN
AS GOOSE BUMPS APPEAR
THE BLOOD RUSHING TO MANY PLACES
OUR HEARTS PUMPING HARD AS IT RACES
A BONDING, SOULS REACH EACH OTHERS
REACHING TO ABYSMAL
AS SHEETS BEGIN TO GATHER
AND WE SOAR WITH PRIDE
THE GRIPPING OF SHEETS
WHILE OUR HEART, SOUL, AND MIND
FLOW WTH INNER STRIDE
ANOTHER COOL BREEZE FLASHES BY
THESE TWO SOULS HAVE REACHED
WHAT MANY WOULD NOT BREACH
Joseph A DeVoe
7/13/08
GRIPPING SHEETS
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