Had rhythm but no rhyme
Tried to hide from fate
But one look at her-
Shattered my defenses…
Shallow is my breath
Anticipation my heart
Thunder shakes my ears
Nerves alive with fire-
No sense of senses…
Her face in my mind
Her lips long awaited
Like a lost schoolboy
I quiver with desire-
Inches away from bliss…
Collision of skin
Transference of souls
I am you, you are I
Sensual pyre-
Heaven in her kiss…
© Oct 3, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
PHOTO: courtesy of PL
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