Poetry

hands, fingers, lips, hearts

· Steve Robison

on a very warm summer night
the air is thick
breathing is a bit of a chore
more so with the anticipation

drawing in a deep breath of you
lapping of the waves
the tides of passion
overtaking

sensations rocked by the pull
air is even warmer now
dripping with desire
i long to touch you
to be engulfed
selves melding
losing resistance
melting

hands, fingers, lips, hearts
i am your finger
drawn to your tongue
tasting your essence
touching you

all i ask of you is complete surrender