Submissions by shebegazingblue

I sit with you.

I sit with you as you walk streets.
Grey rain morning falls in cool pieces upon your clothing,
upon your skin.

Make me look.

I tear my eyes away from small exposures of your flesh,
wet with this cool sky glistening.
You move in slow motion and I move in slow motion
with my gaze.

Start at hands.
Only thought
“oh what those hands could do to me”.

Wolf growls.  

Gaze moves up the line of your neck because you call to my lips as strongly as you call my soul.
Without kiss lips move wet soft...