They carried me to your room.
They placed me on your bed.
Pushed the hair out of my face.
Gently placed it behind my ear,
and softly played with it
as you read.
Benevolently caressing
my face and arms.

As caressing as they were,
as sweet as they are,
as guiding and protecting,
they drive me mad!

The way they make
my soul go through my skin.
How they pull out
the most dormant emotions
of the moment.
How they handle me.
Fingertips tracing my outline,
pushing away the unnecessaries,
pulling my lips closer to yours.
Warm and gentle,
yet pursuing,
traverse under a tent
that hides what is yours.
And as you take the seconds,
and make them hours,
my body yearns.
It's screaming for a warmth,
a very specific one.
Yours.
Your kisses slowly
down my neck to shoulders,
send me into shudders.
And these shudders continue...

And the perfect cliff hanger.
We must postpone this for another moment.
And if all is as intended, that moment would be perfection on earth.