Trance like glimpses
Lock us in a lover’s gaze,
While kisses as soft as shadows
Fall silently on willing flesh,
As touches turn to passions flame-
With an intimacy we won’t soon forget.
Eyes glazed over,
As rapture begins to fall-
Two hearts beating wildly,
But we are one mind and soul-
Finding a little piece of paradise
In each other’s embrace.
There is no hurry to leave this island
Of sweet sweat-soaked sheets,
As we forgo words for soft caresses
And passion for sweet intimacy,
Knowing nothing last forever,
But never wanting this to end.
You are a master of intimate love poetry. Poems like this should be printed on intimate underwear. You could make a fortune selling them. ;-)
Ron