The Gift


Your soft lips guide me.
Tempt me.
I want them all over.
Your gentle fingers stroke my hair.
Caress my soul.

You engage me with strength and laughter.
Your pleasing smile.
A mischievous look.
Your chocolate eyes have lit a fire.
It burns deep inside me.

All is warm now. Bright.
Barely a shadow left.
Blood flows through me.
Excites me.
I am free.

The love we share knows no limits.
Follows no system.
Spontaneity and happiness.
Every day I recall past moments.
I fall in love again.

By Raeanne G. Roy. All rights reserved.