Lustrous Stories

So deep within my heart When did that implant begin? That haunting smile On lips of such promise? Or the subtle depths Of those laughing dark brown eyes So sensual when the time was right? Maybe your mobility caught the eye   The lilt and the sway. Of hip and thigh. Then add delicate gentility of touch When fingers first intertwined. While that lustrous raven black hair Swayed with every move. That early touch of lips on...