In a room bathed in darkness,
silence,
all exept for the breathing of two.
one lies on the other,
on a bed in the corner,
one warmth covers both.
under the duvet,
soft music floats,
a soft, wet kiss.
old insence,
mixed with new,
the smell is sweet.
a candle burns,
along with passion,
a soft, wet kiss.
there is something new,
a new feeling,
emotional and physical
is it real?
in the darkness there is breathing,
in the breathing there are heartbeats,
in the heartbeats there is bloodflow,
if the bloodflow there is passion,
in the passion, there is love.
