Of You
back
that touch of insecurity and passion,
I miss it
longing for your words,
so close,
whispers melting into my face.
lips rejuvinating and exciting every place
they leave their mark,
kisses so tender, like butterflies
landing on my outstretched body.
I love to trace the line of your back
your spine flowing like a river,
puddling just above the elastic.
your warmth and softness keeping
me close.
your heart and breath creating
music that I long to hear.
lying still upon you in the dimness,
not wanting anything,
but a longer quiet.
7/11/00
