VI

On a quiet night long ago

I sat with you on the couch with the lights low.

Content, life’s problems slip away,

As my hand caresses under your shirt to play.

Your body responds to my touch,

I make slow circular motions and such,

Just to hear you pant and breathe,

Soon our bodies tangle and weave.

I sense every beat your heart skips,

Studying every groove in your skin and lips.

Your body always moving with mine

Our senses become one, our hearts align.

I lay you down gently to rest,

Your eyes close as your head snuggles against my chest.

I kiss your forehead while my fingertips run through your silken hair one last stroke,

As I know the past will be dead and you will be forever gone when I awoke.