The water gently fell down,
Between the sleek curve of his chest,
His arms, my border and shelter,
Embraced the warmth that remained.
Our necks bent and surrendered,
Beards brush in anticipation of a kiss,
While eyes, closed to the world,
See more than they show.
The in and out of our breath,
He's a silent storm,
He's thinking of me,
He's a savage within.
R.L.J.
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