Time after time,
I call out your name
in the darkness of the night
as flesh meets flesh.
Breath escaping in the form of a sigh,
a touch like the wings of angels.
Fluttering.
Floundering.
Discovering secrets long hidden,
places some only dream of touching...
or of having touched...
All else is forgotten
But this moment.
This touch.
This sensation.
I call out your name
and you whisper sweetly
as you pull my hair.
Making me gasp.
Making me tremble.
Making me yours.
