Sunday, January 1, 2012

Whispers





Names are whispered softly in the darkness
Such tenderness unabashed with a love so true
The heart pounds like the waves crashing upon the shore

They vibrate and stir my very soul
It answers in kind to that whisper so tender
Reaching a crescendo ending in a roar

No games are played here in this twilight
It takes but a moment for arousal between us
A soft breath, a tender touch lingering upon the skin

My name escapes your lips as you meet the skin of my neck
Murmuring endearments; gestures of love
A soft kiss turning carnivorous with lust

A soft sigh escapes me growing into louder groans
As soft caresses are placed upon your head
Soon it is my nails digging into your skin

Our eyes smoky with desire; lips bitten with force
A fire igniting from ashes long thought dead
Scorching both of our skins; assailing our senses

There is a magic in our touch which propels us forward
Deeper into each other with more than just the physical
It is a mystic ritual performed at will

The names whispered are those of yours my love; that of mine
As we are entwined within one another
It can be no other way

It is the last night of an old year
And the dawn of the new one
A promise of things to come


Dec 2011/cb