holding my breath

I pause
holding my breath
That last one I got left
Saved just for you

To feel springs wind
Kiss my face again
And the gentle kiss of your lips like rain

The warmth of your eyes
like stars in spring skies
getting lost in the moments of touching lips
while dancing on thighs


I follow the light that traces the room
drive along the soft curvy roads of your body
and love the song of your whispers that fill the room

beautiful goes the night
drinking the water from the lips of fine wine
knowing all that I am
is found in this woman who is mine

Reviews

[R.M.C]

Nice metaphors and similes; they're very imaginary and really effective.