FRIENDS ARE LOVERS

 

We were friends, who wanted to be lovers.

But lovers touch in a different manner.

Friendship of laughter, flirtation, and quiet acceptance.

But a lovers are heated glances, tangled limbs.

Husky laughter and whispered words.

Shy moments and strain.  Effort.

 

We were friends, who wanted to taste lovers kisses.

But the lips of a friend brush lightly.

Gentle, quick caress unencumbered by urgency.

Those of a lover, often return for more.

Becoming fevered, intense, a sensual mating.

Wet and wild, bringing both lips and tongues into play.

 

We were friends, who longed to be held in one anothers arms.

But where friends arms bring and offer a kiss across the brow.

 Comfort, understanding, a haven from harm.

Embracing the holder and the one offering the embrace.

The arms of a lover smooth down the back over the hips,

The breast, the chest, with pelvis thrust, joined, connected.

 

So, we where friends who became lovers.

Then lovers, who remained friends.

(For Rorry)