Haiku.

To write a poem,
Is to kiss your thirsty lips:
For you are my Muse.

Secretos.

An Elegy by:
Theressa Nicole Giammarco

Cuerpos calientes,
Intertwined, melting
Between cool sheets.

Creating,
Coiling into crisscrosses.

Senses continue intensifying,
Unrestricted, smooth, stripped Flesh.
Aching for bodies to mold closer,
Convert into one.

Easing exactly into every secret.
Inhaling your love wholly.

Toes go numb.
Existing with you,
Is all I desire.

This is my sanctuary.