Crossing The Bridge

Reaching you

Is like

Crossing a bridge

Your body made

Of durable

Wood

Hardened by love

Tempered by

Gentleness.

Touching you

Is like

Crossing a bridge

Seeing the shapes

Words make

Emboldened

By fiery

Kisses.

Entering you

Is like

Crossing a bridge

Your breasts singing

Smooth as rocks

Washed by water

Our breaths

Mingled in

One spice.

Loving is

A tender bridge

Arching the space

Of solitary

Living.

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