I've often thought

Of the way your breath
would feel upon my neck.

A wondrous sensation,
I desire your hands to caress.

Every single crevice of my body

I long to know of,
the way your eyes would slowly raise,
gaze, and lock upon mine  

That moment, where time and space cease to exist.

The kiss before the kiss.

A coming together of the beauty between thy heaving breaths.
A small fraction of a second, before our lips have finally met.

© 2013 Christina Jackson