A touch,
soft trace upon her skin,
I remember when,
a sweet sensation
eyes inside eyes
while we felt a rise
in a silent melody.
Oh if might
my fingertips
feel the fresh layers of love
when your heart will sense
my own wanting to find
a path
triangles would
cover every aspect of your beauty
soft skin
response
a summer day,
sensuality can only breathe
inside one another’s
private yearn.