In the stealth of the night

lingering in the shadows of dreams

a hush of whispers filter through

senses embark on a trip

the heart sways

eyes stare,

pupils darkened with desire

a rush of adrenalin, nudging

coaxing urgently to reach out

and let those lips roam over hers

...nay!

Stop!

the sweetness is toxic

the high unbearable

without a touch

simply a caress and a fierce desire

touching, searching , finding

in the mind's eye

making love in uncontrolled passion

while the eyes hold

and the body aches for the burning traces

of fingertips, teasing...

unblinked eyes, bodies moving

rising the passions to a crescendo

...finally...he makes a move

holding the vision

until he touches her face

gently,

to hold the vision.

- Copyright Sandy