Sweet Love

Sweet Love

You seem to float across the room

Light as a feather upon a soft breeze

Feet not touching the ground

Come to me without a sound

Lay your hands upon bare skin

Light touches, fingertips graze

Mind falls into a foggy haze

Control you take

As sweet love we make

©️Chris Chonos

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