A soft caress, lingering lips and wandering
hands.
Its night again, back with its shadows and
memories.
Slippery fingers that trailed a blazing path,
followed by wet kisses and whispered words.
I feel it now as I had then; a touch is all
it takes.
Goosebumps on my skin and a pulse that is
racing;
the silence broken by a gasp that betrays
words.
The air is heavy and the sounds dampened.
Sweat gathered in the dip of my back,
the hollow of my throat; rising temperature
and the hard grip on my thighs.
A story unfolds here in the curve of my waist
and the messed up sheets of the bed.
Written with the entwined hands, entangled
legs.
Arms that embrace sturdy shoulders,
gripping hard to pull closer, till no space
remains.
A moment to memorize your eyes, your lips,
your face.
A moment of simple ecstasy, of breathing
together,
and of existing as one.
