~Christi Michaels~May 2015~
I sense the wind
across my skin
goose bumps rise
to your touch
calloused hands
fingers know just
how firm to grasp
the light rain
Knowin' of a
storm a'blowin
Your lips settle
on mine
wet~slick
firm and yielding till soft
We are nestled in these
suspended moments
between precipitation and
an all out squall
Your fullness climbs into me
finding my breath
I inhale the quiet before...
exhale, inhaling the Fresh of You
as this storm unfolds
pounding down seedlings of spring
rinsing all things clean
I am awash with you
unbridled passion having
survived a prolonged
season of thirst and drought
☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
~Christi Michaels~May 2015~
I sense the wind
across my skin
goose bumps rise
to your touch
calloused hands
fingers know just
how firm to grasp
the light rain
Knowin' of a
storm a'blowin
Your lips settle
on mine
wet~slick
firm and yielding till soft
We are nestled in these
suspended moments
between precipitation and
an all out squall
Your fullness climbs into me
finding my breath
I inhale the quiet before...
exhale, inhaling the Fresh of You
as this storm unfolds
pounding down seedlings of spring
rinsing all things clean
I am awash with you
unbridled passion having
survived a prolonged
season of thirst and drought
☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
seedlings of spring.
