It was a soft pause
for touch of hand,
to flesh of quiver
amid the sigh of lust.

Just a soft pause.
A gentle touch,
a glide of hand
with breath exhaled.

A momentary indulgence,
in the instant,
of a touch.

In this soft pause
anticipation's longing.
Flight from time
apart, chasm reeling.

Mindless response
enfolding impatience.
Thrust now at
risk, husky resilience.

Moment come
none to soon,
for this touch.

The moment now upon
to touch so softly
within this pause
my satin skin.

Slip over me
with gentle flow
in an instant sweet
to feel, to know.

A simple pause,
a sigh
is now the two of us.

Ardently joined
feather light caress,
None slighted this hand
I gladly possess.

Sharing of breath
inseparable, sweet
flowering my thoughts
I covet to keep.

This pause begone.
I would hold
back the dawn.


We would at last
hold back all time
no slipping of hours
the minutes, mine.

Hot amid the pause
the soft of space,
embraced was love
in slide of trace.

This eternal pause
of soft reflect
the moments touch.

WhiteRose
WaldoPepper