She walks in step with me, foot falls vibrating to my spine, exciting my speed.
No plans before me, she takes my hand and guides my choices, unfettered, unconscious.
As I work, each stroke of her hand across my back beads sweat and spawns a new idea.
We tumble into the project, her influence pressing me into a timeless act of passion.
Spent from the throws of her direction I notice that time has gone missing, oblivion in her presence.
Before me a treasure, unique, uncommon, lines mirroring the curves and shapes of her mind.
Unattended I crave her touch, in her presence I am spent from her exertions upon me.
Oh that she lived within me, alas she comes on a whim, but she does come.
No comments:
Post a Comment