The breathless excitement that is love. |
Breathless excitement, spreading fingers of warmth, Heaving effervescence within my chest, What is this aching desire? To brush my hand as a whispering caress, Over her cool skin; a face so soft, Framing a perfect smile with crimson lips. Soon I will stop breathing, Surely I must, but happiness dwells inside, What is in there that strains to burst? My heart! Is this the first time I feel it beat? Or is its rhythm changed, does new life surge, Through pounding blood, so hot? Sight through new eyes, vision so clear, A dream surely, of golden hair cascading down, A light summer dress, tied around a gentle waist, Accentuating sensual curves, that sway floating pleats Around legs of creamy skin, How do I exist with beauty burning intense brilliance? But exist, I do, her eyes find mine, I see beyond the circles of fiery green, Her depths before me, a yearning force, Pulling me in, falling willingly, Inside her being, souls entwined, Overwhelmed, absorbed, saturated in haunting love. |