Her

I could hear her heart beat, so strong from across the room that it deafened all that was my sound.

I could smell her. I wanted to scream out of her ecstasy, but held true out of fear of loosing her scent.

Her movements were like that of pure energy, mated with sensuality; so explosive that to look upon her made my heart still and my own breast heave under an aching desire.

Oh, if only to have one song from her sweet voice, one breath from her sweet womb, and one look towards her sweet frame.

Held am I in this prison of silent longing; I can touch her, I can smell her. I can love her.

Flames dance on a cold white wall surrendering her image upon them; the light enticed to blush as it holds her shadow.

Touched by warm naked flesh, my breath speeding to match the beat of my heart.

Fingers running through my hair and down my warm cheeks; across my now firming breasts, and towards my own impassioned womb.

Delicately tracing my thigh to come upon my sex, and then hold/ HOLD/ Breathe…..Ahhhh.

Speed and heat rush towards me, faster, deeper, stronger, all singing in unison.

Hold/ her face/ my hand………Release.

Quivering, I am released and lay back to feel my joy tired body. I smile that of a sated lover, and close my eyes.

She is there now.

Eyes decreased to merely grins. I am reminded of her only as I see the flame as it dances on the wall in a solo

M.A.Wade