Love Is

Love is,Familiar touch. Slow dance, bodies tight,grinding. Blazing hands against smouldering skin. Hips sway beneathflutters of white satin. The music is silent, they see only each other. Softly whispered teasingof naughty things to come. He still makes her blush. She still wants to. Someone loved yesterday,today love is adrift. If a lover's heart lost it's way,your isveçbahis love can survive, yetis it reason to stay?Tears may beg,seek a reason whythe precious gift is gone. But is itLost?Where can love go?If it finds its way to yousimply cherish andadore it. Love's valueis immeasurable butbroken hearts can shatter, mourn and cry to the nth degree. The final isveçbahis giriş tear of a waterfallends a deluge of painful disappointment. Is it possible to lose love?Love, once tangible and fierce. Morning kisses andnight time heat. Delightful teasing,sleepless nights andlustful pleasure.Where does love go?Love simply is. It's all around us.Missing loves isveçbahis yeni giriş are lost souls,ghosts from the past. They never leave,only rest a while. Love intensifies passion and lust. The bearing downupon our bodiesof heat infused want,is kindling for the flamesblistering our desires. Is it possible to lose love? Days filled withmounting desire. Nights of sweet release. Trading carnal pleasures. Love buries deep. No love is perfection. You can't steal it. You can crave it.You can throw it away, butLove is never lost. Love is all around us.It never ends. It is beautiful. Love is. © trinket 2015