Forbidden Love

Our bodies melted
between the sheets of passion
that lay in a heap
on my bed

Sheets that are reckless
like the expression
of our forbidden love
warm and soft
waiting to be touched

Sheets that are now neat and crisp
but not clean of the lust
that is deeply woven
in the fabric of our hearts

An unmade bed
is all that is left
to remind me
of you.
(c) Nicole Luongo

A poem from Naked Desires.

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