Written by: HOLLY MOORE

Seeing her is a vision 
His body relaxes; this is where he belongs 
Hearing her sweet voice 
He caresses her face
He feels her move toward him, 
He can barely remain 
Her quivering breath, as she whispers his name 
He grabs the handles as he is sitting in his chair 
Smells of lavender, she tastes of wine
He takes in the aroma, enjoying her flavor 
His senses on overload as he traces her spine
Feeling her heartbeat, he is aware of his own
Together their passion unite as one
Something that cannot be undone.

©Holly Moore
   November 2012

"Inner Body Movement Contest"