sky and fog

the twilight shatters around our bodies

as we lay together, breathing softly

this hunger that is buried under our skin

quietly unsaturated, under nourished

we stay an inch apart, avoiding lush sin
but waiting for the break, the end of tension. 

we look and do not touch, awareness

taut like a pulled wire, sizzling like 

sun drenched skin, and we are so eager.

eager, eager, as we drink in these meager 

touches -- brushes of skin, breath against lips

lush enough to kiss, hands walking across slender hips.

we are here, but inches apart. holding close, but heart

like the melody of a skylark, song bursting mid flight,
this burdened anxious feeling bubbles over as

air rushes past wings of youthful attraction;

touch feeling like gold feels to Midas, 

warmth to the ice, we melt together, 

curled around each other like sky and fog.

Reviews

[Ria Benthil]

Beautiful and enriching imagery like always. The slightest touch satisfies a healthy appetite for affection. Clearly, the lovers are undernourished since they are unable to act upon their emotion. Sexual overtones continue to build in subtle waves until the suspense is ended with the loss of virginity perhaps.

[Helpless]

beautiful and so creative!

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This is such a lovely write. Ever so beuatiful.