I wrote this one as I lay thinking about a woman that I had spent the previous evening speaking with and getting to know very well in a short amount of time. I know that the sexual nature of this will raise questions to some but as I look at the act of making love as very sacred and sensual this woman also portrays the same characteristics and this poem is what came out after thinking of that night.
I woke with a start, not knowing where I was.
The world in disarray, sweat running down my back.
I frantically look around, eyes wide, reaching, searching,
there you are.
Laying on your side, your eyes closed,
Breathing rhythmically, your hair embracing your face.
I gently sweep the strands aside and kiss you on your cheek.
You roll over and put your arms around me with your eyes still closed.
Our lips meet, you run your fingers through my hair as I pull you closer.
Gently, you roll me over, your hands moving across my chest,
Mine tracing your thighs, up to your back.
My nails slowly tracing the track of your spine, to your neck.
I slowly slide your gown off your shoulders, your tender skin pressing
against mine.
We gaze into each others eyes as we slip into each other.
Our breath becomes one, our bodies moving together.
Passion embraces us, love takes our souls as we perfect each other.
Our hands move across each other as we take each other in.
We’ve memorized every part of each other’s body.
Our breathing gets heavier, our movements faster.
Our hands find each other, we pull each other tight.
Our hands move across each other as we take each other in.
We’ve memorized every part of each other’s body.
Our breathing gets heavier, our movements faster.
Our hands find each other, we pull each other tight.