Desire
September 20th, 2008
Taking off my clothes piece by piece, I turn to you unwrap my body, feel your trace its contours with your fingers. I am accustomed to covering, what i now bare, watch you waken and wash me with your eyes. I feel the cloth of your skin, uncovered, inviting me in, feel your breath warm in my ear. I lean closer into you, feel your blood surge as you hold me and I echo the beat pulling on us as I wrap my legs around you and open as morning glories do when the sun warms them. — connemara wadsworth












