in the midst of the storm
love is made
her gentle moans get lost
in the tempestuous sounds
of the thunder
whispering “i love you”
over and over again
– j.a.c.
touch
she was young girl
full of curiosity
we carried conversations in bed
her legs always eager to hear
what i have to say
she always said she was touched
in indescribable ways
words are so potent
making panties wet
– j.a.c.
