Love is,
Familiar touch. 
Slow dance, 
bodies tight,
grinding. 
Blazing hands against 
smouldering skin. 
Hips sway beneath
flutters of white satin.
The music is silent, 
they see only each other. 
Softly whispered teasing
of naughty things to come. 
He still makes her blush. 
She still wants to.

Someone loved yesterday,
today love is 
adrift. 
If a lover's heart 
lost it's way,
your love can 
survive, yet
is it reason 
to stay?
Tears may beg,
seek a reason why
the precious gift is gone. 
But is it
Lost?
Where can love go?
If it finds its way to you
simply cherish and
adore it.
Love's value
is immeasurable but
broken hearts can 
shatter, mourn and cry 
to the nth degree. 
The final tear 
of a waterfall
ends a deluge of 
painful disappointment.

Is it possible to lose love?

Love, once 
tangible and fierce. 
Morning kisses and
night time heat. 
Delightful teasing,
sleepless nights and
lustful pleasure.
Where does love go?
Love simply is. 
It's all around us.
Missing loves are 
lost souls,
ghosts from the past. 
They never leave,
only rest a while. 
Love intensifies 
passion and lust. 
The bearing down
upon our bodies
of heat infused want,
is kindling for the flames
blistering our desires.

Is it possible to lose love?

Days filled with
mounting desire. 
Nights of sweet release. 
Trading carnal pleasures. 
Love buries deep. 
No love is perfection. 
You can't steal it. 
You can crave it.
You can throw it away, but
Love is never lost. 
Love is all around us.
It never ends. 
It is beautiful.
Love is.

© trinket 2015