Good night everyone.
Intimate Entanglement
Soft the caress of her breath,
as delicate as a lover’s fingers,
searching, finding, worshiping,
until sweet cascades of silken fire,
overwhelm us both on a tide of love.
Emotions overflow in that small death,
until only a fading memory does linger,
that we take from slowly, sweet sipping,
trying to hold it close even as we tire,
striving to be tiger and gentle dove.
Good morning Soaring Feather. Hope that your rested well and that you have a fine day.