Friday, June 24, 2011

Assuming Rapture

Your breath on my body makes me aware
Your spindly fingers caught up in my hair
Your sweet whispered words settle soft in my care
Your smooth cheek alights upon my bosom, fair

with loving fingertips, I'll trace
the beautiful lines of your beautiful face
with fastidious regard, I'll lace
my heart into your tender grace

My breath comes quick; I struggle for air
My eyes are caught up in your capturing glare
My words escape me, laying me bare
My skin at your fingers, a treasure rare

with precision, you'll move in haste
hands circling about my waist
with intrepid desire, you'll place
your soul within mine to savor my taste

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