In twilight's tender touch, a teasing trace,
Tantalizing whispers, time can't erase.
Tender fingertips, a tempting play,
Tracing trails where desires sway.
The heated tension, a tempestuous tide,
Tenderly tempting, where secrets hide.
A titillating dance of touch and tease,
Turbulent cravings, like a sweet disease.
In twilight's tapestry, two entwined,
Tenderly tasting, a love designed.
Traversing trails of passion's terrain,
Teasing, tantalizing, and time to regain.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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