We Touched

Before an opened window; Within the same
frame of mind-
A seasonal breeze cools the moment; Giving way
for the edge of the sheer robe, to dance
feverishly across my wet and
wanting flesh-

A soft moan escapes my lips, longing to find
yours once again-
They and I too, know there will never be
another, that soothes our needs-
Extinguishes the fires of passion, quite
like you-

A hint of your cologne wafting through the air-
Finds me yearning to pull you close-
Letting you draw me into the folds of your
waiting arms-
Giving in to your desires without hesitation-

Oh, make me yours once more-

Quivering with need; I turn to
catch a glimpse of your excitement in
the moons’ shadowy light-
From the moment we touch; Passion
implodes the heavens-

© Lisa Hilbers
January 23, 2007