Leaves

Written by: nita martin


Your kiss on our bed of leaves
Your hands slowly moving me
Felling your body makes me believe
Your sweet heart can set me free

Our eye meet I can see them glow
You set me aflame with desire
softly you hold me whisper so low
Setting my body on fire

I am a moth drawn to your candle
Scared of that fire but not of the burn
A force I can handle
My heart has no concerns