Let my mind run its fingers against your cheek As your eyes gently close in endless anticipation Let me pull your imagination closer Our breath quickening as they gradually meet In the silent tension of the distance between Where our lips greet in a deep meeting And we softly melt into each other

I push the bedroom door closed,
With the softest moan
Of suspicious indiscretion
There is only room in here
For your fantasy
And me;
Poetry spilling
From fingertips,