Bits of Poetry
When I touch your hand,
my heart races.
My breath rushes.
Dizzy,
my world spins,
around you.
At my center.
You.
How delicately you reach through my eyes.
To gently caress my soul.
Kiss it tenderly.
Happy soul.
Passions build.
Fingers play a symphony.
Tongues, like fires, dance and lick.
Until the flames burn everything with joy.
my heart races.
My breath rushes.
Dizzy,
my world spins,
around you.
At my center.
You.
How delicately you reach through my eyes.
To gently caress my soul.
Kiss it tenderly.
Happy soul.
Passions build.
Fingers play a symphony.
Tongues, like fires, dance and lick.
Until the flames burn everything with joy.