SLOWLY MOVING CLOSER

by Bill Cottringer

Slowly moving closer,

From all four corners,

Our inners and outers,

Two beings getting closer;

Soft edges of our souls

Rubbing gently and lovingly;

Minds amazingly in sync,

Hearts thumping furiously;

Almost can’t breath,

Every inch of our bodies

Needing to touch endlessly,

Aroused, warm and joined.

A feeling of two beings

Slowly merging into one;

From the top of our heads,

To the tip of our toes,

And everywhere in between.

Such closeness can only be

With your one true love—

The one you both dream of

Before, during and after,

Getting closer and closer,

As this perfect love

takes the lovers to a place

they never want to leave.