HIS
...His lips softly upon my own,
Gentle like a feather on the breeze,
Barely, barely there, and yet
I welcome their playful tease.
His breath, a rhythm of lightness
Whispering nothings into my ear.
Sweetly, sweetly the words sound,
Like tiny bells ringing clear.
His touch like velvet on my skin
Where his fingers choose to explore.
Tenderly, tenderly as he wanders
'till my heart cries out for more…
M TERESA CLAYTON
