Put coat on shoulders
Watching every move
He seemed shy
But it was only a beginning
Slept
In the hands - new-born
Song of the mute
Rape her mind
Breeze caress
Rained in it
Whisper quiet
He or she
In fact two
No pair
Not her.
Umbrella body covering
Mind Search
Whispering.
May I
To taste the same flavor
Footed cup
Pour my lips
Honey
Sweet as you
Same her.
Expanding the buttons one by one
The shadow body cry
I want to feel
Remiss and gentle touch
So dramatically
To feel that I can not breathe
He.
She.
Actually two.
The mind is a realm
And the body becomes
Wave.
Guide.
Each day is another new
Itinerary
Himself.
For it.
In fact for two.
Seagulls.