Passion's Day
With a force
Yet not forceful
I find her,
Taking her in embrace
As my arms pull her tighter
Into my body
Where there she feels
The pulsating rhythm of my heart
Together, there is no better
As an exchange of looks
Ignites a passion that has started
Through the many words already shared
Her skin,
Is just as imagined, soft, scented
Her eyes are even more beautiful than thought
Her hair, too, is scented with an inviting fragrance
As her neck becomes the victim of my first assault
For upon it, my lips softly peck, breathing through
Heating the very nape, hearing then a whimper
Was it me? Was it her?
Matters not, as tomorrow has finally arrived
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2009
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