Kiss
Can you hear where
words end and
music of my heart begins?
~*~
A slow piece, played by tenor sax
in a wailing, lonely,
breathy whisper...
I come to you as a mistress
comes to her man,
sensually and thoughtfully,
with deliberate slowness...
~*~
Through the dark
can you see the passion in my eyes?
We echo each other's explorations,
steam swirls...
Look into my eyes and see
desire
wonder
intrigue
~*~
Our lips meet in an amazing
and welcoming sensation,
my knees are weak,
my hand flutters over
your shoulders
like the skittish wings of a bird...
In a hungry voice
I tell you of my love...
and we kiss