With Whispers We Sing
In the quiet, a sexy shade of sensuality,
I would move to feel, to grace your skin,
gather near to offer me your beauty,
a gasp, a smile, eyes that yearn,
it is this memory, when with you I yearn.
I remember the slow rhythm of finding lips,
our nuzzle, slow and deliberate, knowing
we can be here forever before we even begin.
While time a continuum outside our private world,
we will create a delicious passion together.
Do you know how often I revisit the secrecy,
the lust, the rhythmic reach to find your eyes,
to know the casting shadows tell the tale,
a writhing, your center, an open journey
whereby all sound will fall within now dreams.
Oh to now hold the moment when an utterance,
means come along with me, my pleasure is yours.