The Butterfly Effect

Our eyes meet and then shy His breath draws closer to mine Tingling currents Down my spine Lips caress and glide Soft pecks move on to slide Hands lock into mine Warm rays of sunshine May I? A virgin canvas am I Slow brush A stroking touch Short peck Colour my neck Oscillating heart beat No feeling below my feet Whispers of heat Crawling goose bumps Peppermint sweet The clocks have stopped The world is still Tongues intertwine Slow sips of wine I cling onto my lifeline It’s pure It’s perfect This The butterfly effect