The Gift

The Gift



The sunlight warms the air as we stand together
and yet the heat I’m feeling isn’t from the weather.
You melt into my arms and, as I hold you tight,
we cross a line without concern for wrong or right.

The touch of skin on skin whispers in the light
and assures me with its sound that all will be alright.
We speak a silent language, oft more felt than heard,
that communicates our feelings without a spoken word.

I feel you pressing into me, the smoothness of your skin
inflames all of my senses and I can’t contain within
the passionate desires that your presence has set free.
It is a wondrous gift that you have given me.

The softness of your lips as they welcome me anew,
invite my ardorous response as I flow into you.
My lips on neck and hand on breast invoke a passioned chant
and as my hands move lower, you begin to pant.

I listen to love’s music, made as you implore,
and slide into the warmth of you, free at last once more,
to seek a joyous melding, more than flesh, and not to cease
until the journey’s end – an ultimate release.

In the quiet aftermath, time resumes its normal pace
and as we hold each other, standing face to face,
I rediscover all the wonders found in your love anew
and find peace in the arms of the gift that’s you.

Notes
An entry for round 3 of "Sensual Moments, Vol. III" 
Prompt: Picture
Word Count: 242

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Ken