Dust motes dancing
diving
through streaks of
early morning light
The sheets rustle
rasping
fabric beneath
muscles gone taunt
A sigh and turn
insistent
gentle pressure of
an arm encircling
Buried in my hair
nuzzling
warmth soaking in
through flesh to flesh contact
Fragrance of skin
musky
heady and familiar
I’m lost in your scent
Your lips pull me back
softly
reels me in on
a tether of soul
That's really beautiful...and I'm not just saying that because I don't know you.
ReplyDeleteI like it!
Aw, thank you! I occasionally dabble in poetry, but very rarely feel like sharing any of it. I'm not terribly skilled with verse.
ReplyDeleteBut I'm really glad you like this! Big ego boost for me.
Well you've certainly showed skill here.
ReplyDeleteI dabble as well, mostly when I'm depressed...I dabble a lot.