The echo of his presence

Feb 17, 2016, 01:08 PM

He haunts her Day and night During the day her thoughts are consumed with him Nestled under her skin as he is Innocent thoughts mixed with impure ones Whispers from him Memories that make her smile And blush But it is at night that his presence becomes pronounced She feels him From the whorls on his fingertips As they make contact with her naked skin To the breath at her ear As his body is pressed closed Her senses remain alive with the taste, the feel And the scent of him Reminders that come suddenly And without warning Her dreams are a jumble Of tender words and entwined limbs Her flesh singed by his mouth and hands No part of her unexplored She wakes in a tangle of sheets And intense arousal The echo of his presence Fading slowly with the dawn