(poetry) Bitterweet?
Bittersweet
Softly spoken whispers of sweet nothings
nothings that ment everything in vein
His gentle, lovingly soft lips
Caressed against mine in perfect harmony
Our hearts beating in one universal rhythm
Perfectly belonging to one another
As he ran his masculine hands
slowly down my spine,
He efficiently cause a beauty to arise
arise from within
This beauty so rare, so intense, so loving, so natural,
His bittersweet touch --
He loved me
It was then we became one