How taboo it is
So secret
So wrong
And yet the beauty is strong

It pulls
It weakens
How I love her flowing hair
Her form so beautiful
I cannot help but stare

I am a girl
as is she
our love runs most blindly
even in bedrooms kindly

A simple breath
a polished nail
makeup covered faces
clothing covering
the most sacred of places

How we love and love more so
As our hearts continue to grow

A girls love is most pure
when shared with another girl....

a broken heart is cured.

that wuz beautiful *Cries*

Thank you love,

Here's another:

A faint whisper draws me nearer
Her breath catches in her throat
I see her through the mirror
and her eyes soon take note

with love most grand I take her hand
and kiss her most sweetly
and so we fell into the sand
a girl's love secret kept most neatly