The Start

A trace of silk,

Across bare skin,

A tease,

A touch,

I’m falling in.

A brush of lips,

Across warm flesh,

A hint,

A taste,

I want no less,

A whispered breath,

Across the air,

A word,

A name,

I’m yours to bare.

A silent vow,

Across my heart,

Your need,

My want,

And our fears depart.

12 thoughts on “The Start

  1. Ah…this reads like a song…I can imagine a soft whispery voice, just a little husky under the moon with a slight breeze near the lapping waters of a lake. Ah…yes, beautiful!

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