Your face.....
a flame consuming
my inhibitions.Your arms
a vise squeezing me tightly,
firmly in their grip.And, you
are the Sun...rays
permeating the heat of my soul,
warming the slow burn
of my ardor.My soul languishes
in time.Awaiting the touch
of your searching kiss,
the feel of your smooth skin
merging with my own saffron-mellow
flesh.My soul pants after you
breathless with the taste
of the air that you breathed before.
Your scent still hanging
in the air...suspended in instant
wonder, slow dancing with joyous tears
at your nearness, your incomparable
grace.And, you are the breath
of me, the hollowed-out soul
that asks to be filled with
the very heart, the very thought of me.