Congress Stories

Before the passion begins. Eyes dark, eyes light, share Unnamed hopes, and heartfelt promise Of raptures to be given And received   Before the passion begins So familiar, the hair, the cheeks, the sway Of her walk, the swagger of his. Her lips that pout temptation yet smile Deep into his heart   Before the passion begins Touch her cheek, so silken, Stroke his chin so rough Hand touches hand, coolness before Heat of skin o...