tweets

Our eyes meet...
and whispered hints
of reflected connections,
that delicately linger.
she smiles...
dare I admit how I feel...?

everything is in her eyes;
from heady weighted desire,
To a distant echo longing,
In whose radiance I ache to burn.

heady sweaty climbs...
drifting together
Our bodies entwine;
pulses quicken
our lips slip sips
of moist expectation
and desire erupts...

yet with a whisper she waits
and with a subtle blush she hints,
sadly leaving...
with a smile shining in her
naked eye.